Damn. Things had seemed like they were rolling along. That weekend at the lake was a high point, but it looked like I was heading for a low. I decided...the first thing to do was call Larry.He answered on the first ring. We chatted for a bit and then I said, “Your grandpa told Andreas to give me some new duties. And they gave me a raise. And $40. Is this what I think it is?”Larry waited a second before he answered.“He likes you. You aren’t Italian, but you impressed him by playing bocce and by. Must I list the evidence at hand other thanto simply mention your years of playing about with my lingerie, yourbehavior of last night and your reaction to be so utterly sissifiedtoday?" No, Mummy, I accept that I really am a sissy," I said with my eyeslowered. Somehow I felt on the verge of tears, more from a catharsis offeelings rather than shame or anything else. I guess it was just arelief to admit it."Now, now dearie, there is no need to cry. It's very acceptable, atleast in certain. .hea..hea That is not what I meant sir, can you keep her satisfied in bed, or wherever and however else she might choose to be pleasured for the rest of your lives?” He gazed at her with astonishment, paused for almost a minute before saying “I Do” with all the reverence of a marriage ceremony. “Then you have my blessings sir, welcome to the family” she replied. Mary had sat almost silently during the conversation, a minor chuckle at the right spots, but listening was treating enough. Jennifer struck up an unusual conversation with an older balding man that said he knew her. Jennifer could not dredge up the memory and kept the conversation very polite. Besides, this man wanted to give her money and pressed for a date. Jennifer declined the money but in amazement, agreed to a date later that week. "What in the world am I doing? I could have the pick of the litter and agreed to go out with this man named John?" she mumbled. The night was spent in glorious soaking in a.