This doesn’t always work, however, for I have certain secret things I don’w wan’t to put on the computer. I also have trouble because you have t... scroll down past were you were.My secret things are this. I dread finding out that I am a lesbian. Frankly, it seems extremely likely as I am so boyish. It’s only at ballet and in bed listening to slow jazz I feel extremely feminine. Oh, by the way, listening to slow jazz before bed makes probably anyone dream of, well, sex. [I move on to describe. It took me a few minutes to get to the front door and open it as I had to slip on quickly some clothes. When I did I found it was Alice. With some relief I let her in and she looked at me quizzically. It dawned on me then. Her eyes.“Alice,” I said. “You’re Tabby, Dr Tabitha’s daughter?”Yes,” she said with a smile. “I was sent here to make sure all is well and to bring supplies for the dogs.” she looked around. “Where are they?”“Outside. They had to do their business.” I explained. “They’re. .uh…go dry up and get dressed” I whispered, not even able to look at him.“Sure” Tim responded quietly.He quickly left and toweled off, beating a hasty retreat to his own room. I stood in the stall for quite a while dealing with a rush of emotions, most of them guilt. I finally willed myself to get out and dry off. I stayed in my room the rest of the day, sleeping through most of it. I was exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm Tim had given me, and, at the same time, depressed about the. I then replied that it was her fault to appear beautifullyto a handsome boy. We then laughed. This continued. Istarted to occasionally hug her from behind and kissing her on the cheeks andfore head. The intensity of hug increased from the first time to the latertimes. This was not enough. I wanted her to realise that she is beautiful. So,I started to compliment her daily. She used to blush shyly if my praises increase.I told her that she would look even more beautiful in silk sarees. Shethen.