Sorry for the outburst yesterday; life was crashing in. Thank you to everyone who expressed concern. It is hard to concentrate on stories when so much is bothering me I've decided to take certain actions to keep these two TG blogs current. Another blogger has kindly offered to write some posts for me until I get my head back on straight. I'm taking her up on the offer. I am also going to modify/update some very old posts. Most of you will not notice. Thank you for understanding.
-Still Krazy
-Kay
While travelling alone in France, Harvey lost his clothes, passport and money. His belongings, all of them except the clothes on his back, were stolen from the hostel as he slept. With no money for food or another night of shelter, Harvey turned to the hostel owner for help. With an easy smile the hostel owner said in perfect English, “I know just the person who can help you.”
Harvey was introduced to a man with a business at the
outskirts of town. He could get Harvey a new passport, shelter for as long as
he needed and three square meals a day, plus a change of clothes. All for one
low fee. “How can I pay?” asked Harvey. “I have a way,” the man said with a
twisted grin.
Harvey had no choice. He let the man put him in a swapping chamber and change his name to Zoe. Harvey works hard every day for his food,
clothing and shelter. Soon, he will have earned enough to buy his manhood back
and a passport. What Harvey didn’t know was that there was no “going back”. And
he would work his new job for a long time. A very, very long time. And the
hostel owner laughed as he collected his fee for stealing Harvey’s belongings.
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