Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk. Shethought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided tohire...the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the housethan the drunk.He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knewa lot about ranching. For weeks the two of them worked hard, day and night,and the ranch thrived better than it had before her husband passed on.After a particularly long and hard day's work, the. ”Two men entered the house with the gurney. “Where’s the patient?”Benny pointed towards Gladys. “Over there.”“Okay.”He watched Tim talk to them for a moment. Then the men began to do their preliminary assessment of Gladys. Of everyone in the room, he probably appreciated the job they were doing more than anyone. This wasn’t a catastrophic emergency to them. It was a common event and they were approaching it with detachment, calm competence, and professionalism. Their attention to due process. The meeting was shorterthan the last meeting, because I made my mind up, the environment haddeteriorated of work from when I first started; so, I quit...It '95 and a two years after I quit, my parents are glad my health hasreturned. I have internet at home as I had since '85. At that time, Iwas able to chat with others in alt groups on my wish to live fully andwe would share via stories. Some on themes of transformation and some anew autobiographical.During that time, my parents had a good idea. Taking off my t-shirt, my jeans, then he got on his knees and nibbled my panties down. He picked me up, carried me to the tub, and sat me down in the warm bubbles. I watched him get undressed, then he got into the tub behind me. He kissed my neck and my shoulders as he wrapped his arms around me and caressed my breasts. He washed my back, my shoulders, neck, breasts, arms, and my belly. Then told me to sit up, so he could wash my twat. Now facing him, I took a sponge and washed him. Starting.