I didn't mean for any of thisto happen..." Paul," Keith interrupted, "you have nothing to apologize for. Whateveryou do is your business and if you pr...sent as a girl, that's nobody'sbusiness but yours. Abby had no right to make you feel anything less thanwonderful, because you are, Paul. I've spent a good chunk of my lifethinking about how lucky mom and dad got when you were born. I'm just abig, lunky guy, Paul. I was drinking and smoking pot behind mom's back atdad's funeral, for crying out. And sitting at home with the twoyoungest because she is giving us another child this spring." We talkedas I drove, and I learned that she'd often sat watching the Ice Driversas they passed through day dreaming that she was riding away to freedomwith one of them.Then she giggled. "I remember the first time I saw this truck. I sowanted to be the driver of the pretty pink truck. But I never got tosee you, so it was easy to imagine that it was me behind the wheel."When we got into Coldfoot I called. The girl behind the bar didn't appear to re-act in any unusual way as I ordered food and drinks and our meal was served, by the same young woman, as casually as I could wish. She even called us both 'ladies' as she did so. I was initially relieved, then intrigued and finally disturbed to realise that I had felt no small degree of both pride and satisfaction with the thought that my masquerade was good enough to mislead her. In all my previous encounters with women that day, dressed as a woman. Another thing you should know about my sister and I; that is we are lesbians. We don’t have girlfriends, because we make love to each other. Recently during the summer, Alexis and I are in our room making out, when we hear some chatter from the living room, where mom, and a few of her friends are talking.“Maria, you need a good young lesbian fuck.” One of mom’s friends says.“Kelly did you hear that?” Alexis says as we lay there listening.“Yea they are trying to get mom laid by a young lesbian.”.