“So – to avoid him coming back with a Court Order and compelling you to sell the house – you’ve got these options – Betty”. She wasn’t p...ying attention – she was visualising her house being sold.“Betty! Listen to me!” Her head snapped up and she looked (a trifle unfocused) into my face.“First, could you get a loan from the Bank?”“No – I asked but I’m overdrawn and they won’t let me have any more until my pension comes in….I asked and asked…….” A couple of fat tears rolled down her cheeks.“OK –. Close enough to drive so I could carry all my sissy attire with me and jack off at my leisure or maybe score a guy. I checked the schedule and saw that the fall semester had begun and the place full with student. I thought to myself, "I bet there are some horny gays or sissies there looking for cock." I went to "cruising for sex.com and oh my god was it a cruisey college. Plenty of mens rooms and spots in the woods where gays and sissy types meet for hot sex. After the first day was over, I had. We sat and talked for a while when we were done eating then cleaned up the dishes, and then I retired to our room.I was listening to my iPod when Rita came in and closed the door. “You know I was th…” she put her finger on my lip and cut me off. “Don’t say anything, I just wanna lay here with my big brother,” she said in a sweet voice. I put my arm around her and cuddled with her as she rest her head on my chest. “I love being with you, I’m so happy whenever I’m around you,” she whispered. “I. ‘Karen didn’t tell me about that. Well, that’s… different. I thought you liked a woman with her own career and Elle isn’t exactly what you called a ‘career woman’, is she?’ ‘I don’t have a specific type,’ Ben clarified. ‘Oh, don’t you?’ she looked genuinely surprised. ‘That’s funny because the past two relationships were with women with careers and all, I thought that was your type.’ ‘That’s insightful, but no, I don’t have a type,’ he said. ‘And Elle does have her own career. The diner is just.