I dressed, went downstairs carefully, feeling a bit woozy and sat on the front porch, the verandah if you will. I watched the river flow by, and the o...d lady came and sat beside me, handing me a glass of red wine."Good for your blood," she said."How long have you lived here?" I asked. "It's beautiful." Isn't it?" she said. "Family's been here since sixteen-twenty-something, fifty years before the English came, both my late husband's family and mine. I knew him all his life." Patroon?" I. But your birthday seemed like a good time to let youin on the truth."She scrambled inside the car so she could wrap her arms around me in along hug."I can't believe that my cousin is Sarah Carerra!" she screamed into myear. But any pain I felt was drowned out with the happiness andexcitement that she was radiating. I hugged her back and we just heldeach other for a while longer."I need to go change if Megan is going to make an appearance at yourparty," I told her shortly after we had finally. She obviouslyexpected me to try some of these out, and I had very little clue as towhat to try first.I was not, at this stage, in any really serious way thinking ofconverting to wearing ladies clothes full time, you understand. I wasstill at the stage of simply granting Helen's wishes and going alongwith what she wanted - for no other reason than that I liked her and Icouldn't see any reason not to allow her her fantasies. It hadn't doneme any harm as far as I could see, although I have to. I felt ashamed of myself and started to cry. Jon was wonderful. He let me have my cry before gently encouraging me to tell him my worries. I told him about old Ron and all that had happened. His first reaction was anger. He fully intended to go into my factory and really sort old Ron out. It made my tears flow even faster. I must have sounded pathetic when I pleaded “If you do that Jon, I will lose my lovely job and so will old Ron. It would be a catastrophe. And don’t forget his wife Martha..