I want you, do you understand? I can't go on without telling you. I'm showing you these pictures because I want you to get excited. I want you to kiss...me, Bruce, suck my nipples and touch my pussy. I see your boner in your pants every day. I want to take it out and suck it, Bruce..."' I let my breath out and looked into his eyes to see how he would respond. I hadn't tried anything like this before. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could see it and hear it, too! "We went on like that. “Yes, Mother,” I replied just as coolly, “it was most pleasant.”Daddy cleared his throat, “that was the young man at Robert’s funeral, right?”“Yes,” I said. “He and Robert were friends, and he works for your old school chum Mister Collins. He asked me out again after Christmas and I accepted.”Both my parents nodded; they were at a loss for words. My parents were decent people and I’d like to think that they weren’t racists or anything like that. I am sure that as a person, they had nothing. " I can show you proof, my original birth certificate, my amended birthcertificate, DD-214." Okay, okay. So how about we find out how a fifty-three year old postoperative transgender woman can be pregnant?" Yes, I would love to know how this could possibly be happening."Two hours later, still reeling from the undeniable ultrasound images Ihad seen, I pulled my car in to the spacious garage beside my husbandsvintage Mustang. I could hear the faint ticking sounds coming from underthe hood, the. I tore it open and inside was the key I’d given her and a letter, I opened the letter and started to read.My dearest RandI’m sorry for making you read this instead of coming to see you myself. You deserve so much better than life has given you. I’m not sure I can live up to that. That’s why I have to go away. You deserve so much more than a girl who’s still a scared child half the time and a grieving widow the rest. To my surprise, I really am grieving. I wasn’t in love with Stan, but he was.