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TEXAS TRADE CHAPTER 2 That night I slept in segments. I knew it wouldn't be long until my male body returned and I could go back to being male. I had enjoyed being female, being a sexy cheerleader, shopping for sexy clothes and showing them off. It had all been eye opening, but I was still hoping to go back to being male. Jenna's 18yo body that I was still in was out of school and I was reviewing university options, there were a lot of them. Jenna's grades had always been good and so had mine when I was in school. A noise in the house woke me up. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up in the bed and listened. Wearing just a black victorias secret cami and boyleg panties, I must have looked quite a sight to the man who burst into my bedroom, shining a harsh light in my face and yelling at me to drop to the floor. I froze in shock as he knocked me down and stood over me, a weapon aimed at me. As I lay there, I took in as many details as I could, he was in black military fatigues, had a pistol holstered at his side and was aiming a submachine gun at me. A belaclava covered his face and head as I was dragged to my feet and made to walk with him downstairs. My mind and heart were racing, who was this man, was he alone, would he kill me. They all went through my mind as I was pushed to the floor next to Jenna's father. There were 5 identically masked men surrounding us, all holding identical submachine guns, I recognised them as h&k mp5s and huddled against jenna's father and the couch as one who had to have been the leader walked up to us and talked to him in a foreign language. I had no idea what he was saying but Jenna's father did, the exchange went on for several minutes. He pointed at me and yelled again, my father yelled back. Wishing I could understand what was being said, I cried out in pain as what could only be a bullet went through my right knee. Rolling onto my side, I held onto my knee as pain continued to go through it and blood covered my fingers. Through tear stained eyes, I saw and heard more yelling. Id never been shot before, so the throbs of pain going through me were new, very new. I heard my texas accented female voice pleading with the leader not to shoot me again. "Ok, Ok, I'll take you to it, don't shoot my daughter again, I'll take you to it," I heard him say to the leader as he was pulled to his feet and lead out to what I could only assume was the barn. The voice of the leader, the only one who spoke, was middle eastern as best I could tell. As to what they were after, it could only be one thing, the mind swapping machine. I had no idea how they'd found out, but they had. Two of the leaders men watched me while the leader and the other two lead Jenna's father out. It got very quiet after that. I pleaded with them to help me, to give me something to slow the bleeding down. One of them reluctantly tossed me a cord from the closest curtains and I wrapped that around my thigh. That slowed it down nicely. The next thing I heard was the sounds of a truck and looked out the window to see a white truck backing into the barn. My eyes went wide open as I knew they were taking it out, the machine, the only thing that could reverse the mind transfer. Two weapons were still aimed at me so any action on my part would only get me killed. My breasts heaved under the cotton cami as I sat there, shaking as I was about to be sealed into Jenna's body. I could only watch as the truck started up and drove down the driveway and off the property. The leader walked into the house and said something to the two men guarding me, seconds later, I was forced to my feet and carried out of the house. Dumped onto the lawn, I held onto my knee as the leader walked into the house, then returned a minute later. "If you value live child, do not go back into the house, help will come for you soon." he told me as the two men walked to a black minivan parked near the house. The leader joined them and the van was driven away as the truck was. Sitting still on the lawn, I looked from the receeding vehicles to the two storey house that I had called home for two years. If not for my racing heart and the pain in my knee, I'd swear it was all a dream. Before I could make a move, two explosions lit up the sky, one from the barn, the other from the house. Flames came through every window and doorway as I was thrown to the lawn by the force of the explosion. I blinked my eyes to try to clear them as I lay there, concussed from the explosion. As I could finally sit up again, I heard the sounds of approaching cops and fire engines. It was good that even out here, explosions and fireballs were seen from afar. Even before the firefighters started on the fire, I knew it was too late. Both the house and barn were write offs. I was wrapped in a blanket by a sheriffs deputy and carried to the ambulance that has followed the fire engines. As my knee was seen to, I told the deputy what had happened, the men who came in, their weapons, accents, where they had taken my father, everything I could remember. Still shaking from what id been through, I was placed back onto the stretcher and driven to the closest hospital. I stayed there for several days, my knee was operated on and I was interviewed again, this time by a well dressed man in a suit. He had to have been part of the government agency that was in on the project. As I lay there on the bed, he asked me the same questions, and if I had been told about what my father was doing. Here was my chance, I could tell him who I really was, what jenna's father had done. Then I realised that he may not be happy to hear that it was used. What if he kept both me and my male body for study. I didn't know and didn't want to take the chance, so I told him that it hadn't been used on anyone, that he had told me what it was for, but no specifics. "Thank you for talking to me Jenna, I know you've been through a lot, and.. I'll settle everything for you. I'll see to it personally that your set up somewhere far from here. We'll give you a new name in case they return for you," he told me as I had a late lunch. "Your father settled that with us, that in case anything happened to him, you would be looked after." "Thank you, that.. Makes me feel safe, but what about the men that came, did they take my father with them, or kill him." I asked him as he sat there. "A body was found in the barn, identifiable only by dental records, it was your father, I'm sorry," he told me as tears filled my eyes. I was truly stuck as Jenna for the rest of my life. Whatever the machine was intended for, I was unlikely to see it again. My life and dreams of being richer from going along with this trade were gone. I was now an 18yo girl, abet a very sexy one. Jenna's friends came In almost every day, spending time with me and keeping me busy. I knew that id never see them again when I left, but promised to keep in touch however I could. The next day, I got changed into a short, pleated tartan skirt, black tshirt, lingerie and 3in ankle boots. I walked with a slight limp with the government agent id been dealing with since I woke up here. I knew that I would be resettled somewhere, but where. I was given several choices, Boston, New York, Baltimore, Philadelphia or Washington DC. Big cities that I could get lost in easily, where I wouldn't stand out or be found easily. I ended up choosing New York because I liked the city and I could work, go to uni, anything I wanted there. I flew first class to New York, wearing newer clothes, a cream colored tailored jacket, skirt, blouse, lingerie and matching 3in pumps, I made the most of it and gazed out the window most of the time. If I was to be Jenna for the rest of my life, I resolved to do the best job I could. Upon arrival, I was met by another agent who drove me from La Guardia to an apartment within walking distance from NYU, in case I chose to study something there. Jenna's father really had set this up well, the apartment was in my name, all paid for, I also had several accounts set up in my name, my new name anyway, Nikki Travis. For the first week or two, I explored Manhattan Island, getting the lay of the land. I found that I fitted in Jenna's female body and while I liked hearing her sexy texas accent come from my mouth, I missed my own accent. I had to make a living somehow, as I had a coffee at Starbucks, I remembered what my dad had told me, one of many things he told me, use your assets. Before, my assets were my work ethic and many skills, now all I had was a petite, sensual body that would turn heads no matter what I wore. In the right industry, I could make good money, enough to live well in New York. The very next day, I went to one of the modelling agencies and had several photos taken of me. I brought several changes of clothes and posed in them, a black satin mini dress, a denim skirt and tshirt, sexy lingerie and heels. I felt bold and in control as I posed for the camera. Id done photography all through high school, now I was the one in front of it, posing for photos for my online profile. I settled on an agency with international connections and had a good reputation in New York. I signed a contract and I was theirs, part of it was my Texas accent, I think that cinched things. That continued for several months, I was featured in fashion magazines and in a few catwalk premieres. I had a naturally slender body so I didn't need to diet or watch what I ate. Men liked a woman that didn't starve herself and could clear a plate, at least I did in my last life. I was soon making a very good living and invited one of the newer models to share with me, she was looking for a place and I needed some company. We spent many nights comparing notes, outfits, and information on boyfriends. She got me out of my apartment and out in the city, visiting bars and being seen. I usually wore a sexy skirt and top combination, combined with ankle boots or heels, which meant we turned heads and got attention wherever we went. Some nights, a group of us went out after a fashion show. We posed for photos and even signed pages from fashion magazines. When our contracts expired, some girls signed with other agencies, I didn't. I preferred to stay loyal to the one that had taken me on. I liked the staff and photographers there, and got to know them well. It was a few months later that I met Mason, he was a british expat living in New York, he had an apartment in an apartment building in the upper west side, and worked as a lawyer at one of the biggest law firms in the state. An up and coming star at 23, he had brains, looks and a willingness to push the limits in cases. He was in a restaurant celebrating a successful case when he saw me, wearing a green striped frock that showed off my cleavage nicely, high cut silk panties and a pair of kid black ankle strap wedge pumps on my feet. He must have liked what he saw because he walked right up to me and asked me for my name. No cheesy pick up lines or anything like that, I found him good looking enough, polite and had an accent that I liked. I smiled back at my fellow models that I was with and excused myself to walk with him to the private bar that he was at. Placing my shoulder bag onto the bar, I let him buy me a drink, a pinot wine, and we talked for the next 3 hours. I learned about him and he learned a lot about me. He wanted to be a self made man here, but had accepted help from his parents to get settled in here. He may have been a blood sucking lawyer, but he hadn't been corrupted yet, and I saw an opportunity to save his soul. I let him rest his hand on my thigh as I told him about my own edited history, my new history anyway, how I was from Texas, but left when I was 10 for Washington DC with my father, who died recently and I moved to Manhattan Island to pursue a modelling career. I found that I could relax with him, he even told me the best jokes, ones to match my own. By the time I told him I had to get back to my apartment, I had a photo shoot the next day, my fellow models were gone. He graciously offered to drive me to my apartment building and walk me up to my apartment. Before I could take my key out of the door, he had turned me around and kissed me, softly at first, then with more passion as I found my arms wrapping around his neck. My breasts were pressed against his jacket and shirt as his arms went around my slender waist, kept that way by a seamless white basque style corset under my frock. "Now I have to see you again," he told me as he gave me his business card and walked back to the elevator. I watched him go down, then walked through the doorway to my apartment. Before I had reached my bedroom, I heard a voice talk to me from Suzanna's room, "I see you made it home safely, what did you get up to and who was he, come on Nikki, I want details," I heard her say as I sat down on the leather couch and slipped my feet out of my pumps. Realising that she wasn't going to stop until she got the full story, I told her about Mason. From the look on her face, she thought he was quite a catch. I thought men shared a lot between other men, but women shared even more. "So when are you seeing him again" she asked as I put his card back into my purse and stood up to walk to my bedroom to get changed for bed. "I don't know, he is busy, but, I'm sure I'll see him again soon," I told her as I changed into a camisole and panties, then went into my bathroom to remove my make up. Clearly Mason was very much taken with me. While I was having a light lunch on the set of the photo shoot, somewhere in Central park, I had a dozen red roses delivered to me from Mason. I don't know how he found me, but I took in the sweet scent of the roses and deflected the questions of the other models. He called me that very night on my cell phone to check to see if I had received them. I had indeed, they were in a vase near the phone. "Yes I did, I love them, but how did you find me in Central Park," I asked him as I made dinner in my apartment. "I have friends, and I called your agency to check with them, you got them via them," he told me as I sat down in front of my plasma screen TV with my feet tucked to one side. "Well, I love them, if you wanted to get to my heart, you've succeeded, im not busy tomorrow, we can have lunch together," I asked him. The next day we had lunch at Quest, a French/American restaurant near where he lived. Sitting in front of him with my long, silky smooth legs crossed, I was a vision of feminine beauty. My hair and make up were done to perfection, and I was wearing a long grey and white print top with lace trim, a white satin skirt and matching 3in ankle strap sandals on my feet. Underneath my top was a Captivate grey and black satin and lace corset that kept my waist trim and my breasts contained in the satin cups. He must have known the owner because we got one of the best seats and our meals were cooked to perfection. As I sipped my wine and ate, I told him more about myself. I was surprised how well I was taking this, before the trade, dating a guy would have been out of the question, but now, my body and hormones were telling me that this was not only ok, but expected. After we finished our meal, he insisted on paying and we took a taxi downtown and caught the Staten Island Ferry. He told me it was one of his favourite things to do when he had first arrived here. We stayed on it for about 2 hours before we actually got off and saw Staten Island. Walking arm in arm, we slowly explored St George. After having a coffee and light meal there, we boarded the ferry and returned to Manhattan. I didn't see him again until the weekend, as he was working on an important case. I decided to surprise him one day and went into the business section of New York and took the elevator up to his floor. Wearing a formfitting red halter neck dress and 3in heels, I brought in lunch and had little trouble talking one of the reception staff into taking me through to his office. He was actually in one of the conference rooms with several other lawyers working on something. He froze when he saw me and didn't move. His fellow lawyers looked envious as I held up one of the bags that I had brought in. he didn't move and it took a short whisper into his ear by the senior partner there to get him to walk out to me. "You said you were busy on the phone, so I brought lunch to you," I told him as he looked in the bag, then lead me into his office. Walking around his desk, I sat on the left side of it and crossed my long legs as I opened up my own lunch. His eyes went from my silky smooth thighs to what I had brought in. "You work hard and don't always eat right, so lets eat," I told him as I started on my own lunch and drink. I gave him no option but to eat what I had brought him. As we ate, I asked him what he was working on and he gave me a general synopsis but nothing concrete. I knew he had to work so I didn't stay long after we had finished. When he opened up the door, I pulled him down to my 5ft 5in height by his tie and passionately kissed him. I let go of him after about 10 seconds, turned around and walked back to the reception area. I put some extra sway in my heels as I kept one hand on the shoulder strap of my matching bag. No doubt the top subject of discussion there for the rest of the day was me. We saw each other a lot more regularly after that. Sometimes I surprised him at work, or he showed up at my photo shoots. I got to know his work friends and he got to know the models that I worked with. Our romance was soon clear to everyone around us. The year passed pretty quickly, and before I knew it, I was nearly Christmas. Mason invited me to his apartment for Christmas and I accepted in seconds. His parents had flown over from Manchester to be there to meet me for the first time, so I made sure I was made up to perfection. I arrived at his apartment wearing a grey and white animal print thigh length trench coat to stave off the chill of winter, underneath that was a violet satin halter neck dress that I had bought just for tonight. It contained and supported my breasts. A white pair of thong panties under my dress and grey thigh high stockings completed the look. I walked flawlessly in the 3in black pumps on my feet. My long hair had been styled and teased over the course of 2 hours today by one of the stylists that I made a habit of seeing often. A diamond necklace, and watch completed things, I was going for smart and stylish here and wanted to make a good first impression when I met his parents. Masons Christmas tree was at least 10 feet high and decorated with more ornaments than I had ever seen outside of a department store window. I had my presents to him and his parents in a bag. He greeted me and kissed me, then lead me over to the tree. Putting the presents that I had bought with the others, I followed him into his kitchen to meet his parents. They were both in their late 50's, dressed well and looked good for their ages. From what Mason had told me, they came from old money, but hadn't let it corrupt them. I went up on tiptoes to let his father kiss me, then kissed his mother as women do. Accepting a drink from them, I followed them out to the balcony of his apartment and I got to know his parents. They had clearly raised him well and were proud of him. They were unsure about me and had only seen me in photos and in magazines, they knew I was a model and studying business part time at NYU. After that, we settled down to dinner. Mason insisted on doing the cooking, to show off for his parents, so I kept his parents occupied. By the time dinner was ready, they had accepted me and welcomed me into the family. I blinked away tears as I hugged both of them, they were tears of joy, as I had lost 2 families and had been welcomed into this one. "Hands off dad, she's mine, and besides, your already taken," I heard Mason tell his dad. He only laughed and let me retreat to check my mascara. Sitting down to dinner with them, I enjoyed his cooking and knew that I had taught him well. After dinner, we had a drink again, then retired to bed. I had left some clothes and make up in his apartment a few months ago, as I was over there at least once a week or fortnight. Like any invading army, I was merely stockpiling supplies at the border before I invaded. Changing out of my halter neck dress, stockings and heels into a betty boop cotton rib singlet, I slipped under the covers with Mason and relaxed in his arms. Daylight streamed in as the clock radio started up as well. Resting with my arms around Mason and my head on his chest, I slowly slipped out from under the covers and quietly padded into the bathroom to have a warm shower. With my back to the door and the water flowing down onto my hair and back, I almost didn't hear Mason come into the shower stall and take over the lathering up of my back. "Good morning luv, merry Christmas," he said to me as he washed and lathered my back and shoulders. Smiling at that, he held me in place, then rubbed his hard cock against my inner thighs, shocking me at first until he nibbled on my shoulder and along my slender neck, then bent me forward and guided his cock into my sensitive, but ready pussy. I kept as quiet as I could as his parents were in one of the other bedrooms, but I couldn't stop moans of pleasure and extasy from leaving my lips as he thrust back and forth into me from behind. His hands squeezed and caressed my heaving breasts as I milked and rode his cock. Our lips met as he thrust into me and made me tilt my head back against his shoulder. Quivering and crying out in extasy, I bit my lip to keep from screaming as he thrust and came deep inside me. I orgasmed seconds later and shook in his arms as he held me upright and held me until I had calmed down and recovered from our morning coupling. When he slid out of me, I turned around and lathered up his chest and arms, he was a foot taller than me so I couldn't reach everywhere, but my nimble fingers did my best. We shampooed each others hair, then turned off the water and dried each other. When we walked out, we saw his parents waiting. If they had heard my cries or realised what we had done, they didn't let on. Being british, that was the done thing I guess. Christmas day went perfectly, it was the best Christmas I had had in a while. Masons parents sprung for lunch at one of the best restaurants in New York and we took our time eating it. We walked through Central Park showing it off to his parents. I was almost sad to see them go, but they promised to return for easter. He drove me to my own apartment and we promised to see each other again as soon as possible. The new year came and went. I went back to my modelling assignments and courses while he returned to his cases. We continued to see each other as often as we could, mainly during lunches and occasional evening dates. I truly enjoyed being with him and I knew that he felt the same about me. Jenna's birthday was the 18th of March, that detail hadn't been changed when I got my new identity as Nikki. He said he was planning something special but naturally, wouldn't say what. When he came to pick me up, I was wearing a pink and black print satin dress, black satin lingerie, thigh high black tinted stockings and 3in black pumps. As he laid eyes on me, he handed me a single red rose and leaned closer to kiss me, so I went up on tiptoes to meet his kiss. Heels gave me that much extra height and I was glad for it. He waited for me to get my trench coat and lock my apartment, then escorted me down to his car, a new Maserati Quattroporte. It was a recent purchase of his and he was proud of it. He drove me to his apartment building and took me up to the roof, where a table had been set up, with a candle in the middle and a violinist playing for us. I was amazed at what he had done and let him help me out of my trench coat and into my seat. We were soon tucking into suculent pink snapper with fresh vegetables and French toast. He raised a toast to us and our wine glasses touched. It was only after we had finished and I felt full that he took my slender hand and guided me to my feet, then pulled me close to him and began to dance. I had had some dance lessons, but nothing recent. Mason had clearly been taught from an early age and guided me as I got used to the routine and dance type. I rested my head on his shoulder and took in the scent of his aftershave while he likewise took in the scent of my perfume. With the city in full view of us, I took it in as we slowly danced. I had held onto my former male memories as I needed them, they were a rock that I could hold onto then I felt lost. But as I danced with Mason, I smiled and knew that I could let go of them, I could truly become Jenna. Tilting my chin up, I kissed him and at the same time, felt truly female inside and out for the first time. As he gently pulled away, he went down on one knee and took a small velvet box from his pocket and opened it up. Inside was a diamond ring from one of the many jewellery stores in New York. It was 2 ? carats at least, princess cut set in an 18 carat gold band. "Nikki Travis, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife," he said to me as he stayed down on one knee. For the first time in a while, I was speechless, this isn't what I thought would happen. I looked at him, then back at the ring, then back at Mason. Could I really do this, could I marry someone, become someone's loving wife. There was only one answer to that. Moving my gaze back at Mason, I smiled down at him. "Yes Mason, I will marry you," I told him as he quickly stood up and kissed me passionately, more passionately than ever before. I was almost smothered and had to pat his shoulder for him to realise that and let go of me. "Sorry, I just,, I wasn't sure if you would say yes, this is..," clearly lost for words, he kissed me again, but let me get up for air. His parents welcomed the news and asked him to have the wedding in England. I had never been there before so I agreed to it. My fellow models were over the hill and very excited for me. He had given me a diamond commitment ring to wear on my finger until I was actually married. On our British Airways flight to London, I thought about how my life had skewed to this point. I thought about Jenna, where she was, what she was doing in my male body. Was she in my home, or still travelling, I hadn't tried to contact her, I didn't see the point I guess. We were married in the grounds of one of the many castles in England, for most, you see one castle, you've seen them all, but this one was different. Everyone was in medieval style dress, I had heard of them but never thought about marrying this way. It was a novel and traditional approach to it which I welcomed. Wearing an embroidered, flowing dress with a snug bodice, panties, stockings and sandals, with my long hair braided down my back, we were married like they were hundreds of years ago in England. Everyone else was in costume as well. We exchanged rings and kissed in front of everyone. There was a mix of medieval style food and modern food for those that didn't want to go back that far. We were photographed and had the first dance of the occasion. I had learned to dance since he proposed to me on the rooftop and we glided and flowed across the grass. I was almost sad to take off the dress, but it was a rental after all. The very next day, he showed me the real London. We walked through Hyde Park, went up the London Eye, Madame Tussard's Wax Museum. We even went out to see Stonehenge. The next day, he showed me things not on most itineries, his old haunts, his favourite pubs. I met some people he used to hang with and stayed there for hours, learning a lot of things about his wild youth. I managed to find a walkabout pub and get into it, I had missed hearing my old accent, here, I could hear lots of Australian accents, expats and tourists that came here for a taste of home. The next day, we went to an Arsenal soccer game. I had never been to one before and was unsure what to expect. Talk about passionate about their team and the game. They could put die hard baseball fans to shame. I found myself wanting to stay longer but, we had to return to New York. We both had jobs to go and plans to make. On the plane, we decided that I would move out of my apartment and rent it out, while I moved into Masons apartment. I left a lot of my furniture there and only brought in what I needed. I did some redecorating in Masons apartment, giving it a feminine touch which mixed with Masons. After I moved in, I continued to go to photo shoots and assignments, I was determined to use the business degree I was studying for and put it to good use. We had talked about having kids, and I did want them, even though I never thought id be the one going through the ordeal that is childbirth. We were both clean of STD's and other potentially deadly diseases and dispensed with the condoms that he had been using. About a month later, I found that I was late, I wont go into specifics, both sexes know what that means. I waited about a week, then bought my first ever pregnancy test. I followed the instructions and wasn't surprised at the outcome, I was pregnant. I kept the news from Mason at first, I wanted to tell him when I was ready to. He would find out sooner or later, later was more likely. UNEXPECTED VISITOR 2 weeks later, I was still trying to find the right time as I was resting between photo shoots in a seat in Battery Park. My other models that I was close to knew instinctively and were over the hill happy for me. I was happy as well but wanted to tell him when I was ready. As I was reaching for a fresh water bottle, I glanced at a familiar face and froze. The face I was staring at was the male one I had had for the first 30 years of my life, freshly shaved, but with the mind of Jenna in it, she smiled at me. Excusing myself, I walked across to him and let the security guards know that it was ok to let him in. sitting down on a nearby bench, I crossed my long legs and smoothed my skirt down as he sat down next to me. ?Well, this is awkward," I said to her as she sat comfortably in my body. "I know, I wasn't sure whether to see you or not, If you would want to see me, I was in on it after all," she said to me as I drank some water and thought about it. "No, I'm not angry or upset, a lots happened since we last saw each other. The machine was taken, I had to get a new name, I was relocated, and im married," I told her as she looked at me in surprise. "Wow, that's, that's good news, you look happy and healthy, and,, your pregnant too, aren't you, I can tell," she told me as it was my turn to look surprised. "How do you even know, yes, I am, but I havn't told him yet," I replied as I tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "So what have you been doing these last few years, enjoying my money and life," I asked her and knew that that was unfair of me. "I've been ok, I travelled, then returned to your home, I adjusted. I waited for daddy to call, when he didn't, I checked and found out about the fire and explosion, he's dead isn't he," she asked me as tears filled her eyes. "Yes, he was, I'm sorry, I had to adjust, and you seem to have as well, we're both in these bodies until we die," I told her as she thought about it. "I have met someone, we're engaged to be married, she's someone I think you would like," she told me as I looked to see the models getting up to return to their positions. "Look, I have to get back to the shoot, but, If you want to talk, call me tonight," I told her as I told her the number of Masons apartment, then got up and walked to take my place. She did call that night after dinner, and we talked for about an hour. We had no idea what had happened to the machine or who took it, maybe it has been used, or recovered, or even destroyed, I don't know. I wished her the best of luck with her future, as she had adjusted like I had, she took it as well as I did. As I hung up, I knew I had to tell Mason. I found him in the study, going through some notes on a lawsuit he was getting ready for. Taking his hand in mine, I lead him out to the lounge room and sat down next to him. Holding onto his hand, I told him that I was pregnant, and that he would be a father soon. His reaction was instantaneous, he pulled me up in his arms and nearly cried in joy. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up as he kissed me. Laughing and giggling, I waited until he put me down, then wrapped my slender arms around him and we kissed again. Is there such a thing as fate, or is it all an illusion, just how much control do we have over our lives. Because of my arrival in the US, my life skewed to this path, was it meant to be?. Such questions only lead to migraines. Some things are better left unanswered. This is my life, and I'll live it as best I can. The end.