The small room was sealed from the cabin except for a trapdoor, which was open and offered a good view of the room below, and I settled there in the d...rkness to watch.“Are they staying?” I heard young Catherine ask the man she had agreed to spend the weekend with. She was still hiding in the kitchenette and still covering her breasts defensively.The guy kissed her forehead softly. “Sorry Love but there’s no way for them to get back tonight, It’ll be okay…” he offered warmly, glancing over at. I had several close friends at the time, and two of them,Rick and Ron, moved my Mom. She had already asked Ron tohelp because he drives a truck. Not having a job, shemoved midweek, while my Dad was at work and so not tobother me on the weekends. Unlike me, my friends go to alocal community college and could lend an afternoon. What I later learned was that Mom got turned on watchingmy friends lifting and lugging and working their musclesfor her, and since she hadn’t had sex literally. Or you. The only transsexuals I had seen worked a street corner in the city, and looked like they could use a good shave."Rebecca laughed. "Yeah, most of those 'transsexuals' are just gay guys who put on a dress to get some action. Real transsexuals like Chantal or myself are actually women, at least emotionally. Somehow the gender in our head doesn't match the gender of our bodies." So, do you want to have a sex change then?" Myself, I don't. I am happy with the person I am right now. I have. "I almost forgot Cynthia, she works in my wife's office, we did her together and I guess Rosa hits on her from time to time, and you, of course," he smiled at her, "the lovely horny Helen."Dutch smiled at her and she smiled back."All those women," Helen said and sighed, "and still hard... well maybe not at the moment, but..." That's true, looking at you and your loveliness will get me going every time." I think I've said this before, but I like the way you look at me," she told him. You have.