It was twenty miles to the Walmart store where Lucy shopped, so that was my goal.I did my internet research and learned that I needed a drivers licens... even for a small gasoline scooter. So I had started to study the laws necessary for me to get a license. For the last two days I had studied it three times each day.“Lucy, I’m afraid I need your help again. Do you by chance have mama’s box of old papers. I need my birth certificate or an old driver’s license. I also need to take the divers. We need to getyou a new Social Security card for one, and since you have never drivena car, some lessons and a license. That brings up the question of yourname. If you are going to be my daughter, then you should have to havemy name. I called my attorney and he will be at the house with somepapers for you to sign, which will legally change your name to MichelleRoberta Benson. Then you have to think about more permanent changes.Like your own breasts." I was more than willing to have my own. Thank you for the hospitality. I appreciate the disruption to your evening routine but this is an issue which requires addressing if you two are to continue your marriage. This impacts not just you but several people outside your marriage.”My mind went to Angie. My folks. Her parents. Jen’s sister. This would impact all of them. Thinking of our family softened my unease.“This will be painful, and for that I apologize. This must come out, though, and when it does, and when we are finished, there. “You didn’t explain anything to me, Kira. And I became afraid – afraid we would stop making love altogether. I am not going anywhere, though. I won’t leave you because of the lack of sex.” I take hold over her face and repeat, “I will never leave you.”“I have been afraid you would leave or cheat. I feel so guilty and mad at myself, denying you. It makes me withdraw more from you, seeing how I am hurting you.”“It is okay, Kira. I can take care of my own sexual needs.” I don't want to, but will.