In one story, there was a set of pictures, very bright and clear, where a man was kissing the girl on her lips in the first photo, next he was holding...her breasts with both hands, the girl was only wearing a brassiere, her legs could not be seen. Next the man was kneeling before her and embracing her naked legs and here I realized the girl was wearing a panty only. In the last one, the man was sucking her nipples and she was not even wearing the brassiere in this pic. I quickly closed the book. ”There was a long silence. “Rob, you’re my son, and I love you, but ... I’d be the first to admit you’re ... naive. Are you sure she’s not leading you on?”“Mother! I confess I can’t see what she sees in me, but I also can’t see any advantage for her in trying to con me.”“Well! I suppose we need to meet her. But you can’t come here?”“Not without Lisa driving me.”“And we’re tied up until the weekend anyway. Could you get her to bring you on Sunday? Come for lunch?”“I expect so. I’ll ask.”Lisa, on. So with cash in hand off I went to a plastic surgeon that was outstandingin his craft but weak in his resistance to greed. I had been living inmy desired world for almost a year, been on hormones for 6 of thosemonths and did not want to wait for nature to do her work. I walked inflat chested and out with an ample set of C's. I did not want to appearcaricature of myself to be. A bit more back ground on myself, I am 5-8in stocking feet and a svelte 150 pounds that is down from a manly. "Sure, kid. No problem." And I reached out and ruffled his hair. The second contact we ever made, after the handshake earlier."That would be so incredible. Honestly. Oh, wow, that's great." He was as happy as I was."You can come over anytime. I live on Oconee." Now?" Now what?" Can I come over now? And, you know, pick some out? If it's okay..."Oh yeah. Oh fucking yeah. "Sure, yeah. Feel like walking?" Yeah. That's all I do." Okay, sure, come on." And me and my new friend walked up Jackson.