.. but... theclothes.... the makeup... doing sissy things..."She continued to rub his shoulders, still confused about his genderidentity. "How often d... you do this?" As much as I can," he admitted. "It's hard to do so when my mom is home,though."Jessica was still awestruck by the conversation, but thought it wasimportant to keep the connection with him, as part of her responsibility -though other parts of her job description called for other areas ofresponsibility. "We still need to clean up.... ”“That’s true, Tim, but you’re the one who started the ball rolling. I doubt that one man in a thousand would have given a strange woman $50 for her groceries and then refused to take the change. If you hadn’t done that we’d never have had any kind of relationship.” Our conversation ended then as three young girls ran laughing down the stairs. I had to join them in laughing. I knew they had at least a dozen nightgowns each, but they insisted on wearing t-shirts and what I had always called. Lori went to all of her teachers, except Mr. Blackbrook, and had them sign her form. She handed it in to her counselor and hoped that she wouldn’t notice a name missing. When Lori went home, she felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. — The next week Jonah was starting to get worried. Lori hadn’t shown up to school for days. He had tried to casually ask Kelsey, but she hadn’t seen her either. Was she okay? Had something happened? He finally went down to the office one day. ..? but I immediately fall silent as she rushes at me like mad and grabs me at my throat. She leans over me, with her thumb and forefinger pressing into my throat and her eyes sparkling fiercely. ?Listen, boy! And listen carefully!??First of all, I’m not ‘you’!? As some kind of affirmation she digs her fingers deeper under my jaw, her palm exactly over my voice box. ?Second: If you open your mouth, you say ‘Miss’ or ‘Madam’ before you plead or say anthing. Or, if you’ve seen to many pornos and.