funny when shelia came in the room how the sequins on her shirt looked dull and like a drag queen s version of beauty, all made up and euphoric, with drug like pupils and extra lip liner and gloss. she would somehow pick the lock and sneak in while we were having sex, thinking that she could join us, and we would have to send her packing down those stairs all hurt and acting like an untamed poodle.
she would whine and yelp from her down stairs apartment if we made too much noise, as she was alone and terrified of her lonliness. every once in a while she could snare a victim into her den but for the most part she was a he and would always require a lot more than any of us ever would need.
she would become angry, I say "she" out of respect for any person s preferences.
The very thing that bothered me the most is that I knew all about her when he wanted to be a man, before he killed his brother, or slept with his sister drunk one night before his mother died. The most demmanding of all emotional needs was his constant need to pretend that he was important. He would hit most of his girlfriends, mooch off them and even accept cars from them. He thought that he was happy with her, but she knew that he would never be content.
now that he was a she, it would be polite to call her a witch. Why?
well she would go onto community tv, learn what she could about someone from the stories they wrote and then do a very black ceremony to suck the energy out of other people, because she could not manufacture her own energy- and always sought outside fixes for an inside job.
the most desirable person she had ever loved wanted nothing what so ever to do with her. Not as a man, a woman or in any kind of wild threesome either.
so that pretty much sums it up, what a wasted version of energy Shelia was, like a cockroach in a world of not so beautiful DNA
very bright 
