Sometimes he would forget what he was doing and his headboard would bang against our shared wall. One day at breakfast after Dad left for work, I men...ioned the bed knocking the wall and maybe he should move it a few inches away. Tommy was clearly embarrassed and truth is I enjoyed his embarrassment, if only a little. His headboard never banged the wall again, but I could still hear him pleasuring himself and it became a nightly routine. I admit it. It was hot. I could hear him going at it and. “I should’ve known better Maxine. You told me you were going out for a ride, out in the country. Right then and there I should have known. You bad, bad, bad” the mother went on to say again. Then she said it. “Naughty is a better word dear” and out of nowhere, Mary smiled her most naughty smile. Maxine was perplexed. Maxine showed she was clueless and she was as mary leaned down and started to pull hers out. “What mama?” Maxine said again. “You dear, and I, are just alike” said Mary to her. She's not a man. Not anymore". Orsomething like that - to reaffirm her chosen gender.Kate did not seem to be putting much effort into being beautiful. Shewas, if you like, the very opposite of a drag artiste. She wasconcentrating on being a woman rather than looking like one. I mean thebeard had been plucked out and the hair made to look full and feminine,but otherwise that was not her focus. Instead, she spent a lot of timetalking to me in a feminine voice, and exercising the higher. So just was her friend and personal body guard for a couple of years which after she turned 21 meant many drunken brawls with men at bars on almost a nightly basis all of which I didn’t mind until she finely settled down for a man, he was called O a black man, now I’m not racist but I didn’t bust up a bunch of decent white boys just to have her fuck a black man instead. That was the straw that broke the camels back. By this time we worked in the same restaurant I was in the back cooking and.