Somebody’s knocking

Author’s note: This one is based on the old song “Somebody’s knocking” a version of which you can find here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hiJDqUbSMwI

When I heard the knocking, I jumped, even though I had been expecting it.

He’d been sniffing around lately, and I figured it was only a matter of time before he made a move on me. After all, I was a “tranny”, and because of my gender issues I was alone, and lonely.

He’d left me loving notes telling me he only wanted to appreciate me, that he accepted me as a woman, that all he wanted to do was show me what real love-making felt like.

And I was sorely tempted by the offer, even as I hated myself for that response.

But eventually, I wondered why I hated myself for being tempted

I was human, wasn’t I? Wanting someone special in my life didn’t make me an awful person.

And I was smart enough to know he wasn’t the one I wanted, so in fact I could give myself a bit of a pat on the back for that.

So when he knocked, I slipped a note under the door, and went on with my day.

The note said, “Thanks for the offer, but no thanks. You aren't my type.”

I imagined the look on his face when he read it, and smiled ...

“Somebody’s knockin’ should I let him in. Lord, its the Devil, would you look at him?
I’ve heard about him, but I never dreamed, he’d have blue eyes and blue jeans.”

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