"I can't remember the last time I got an honest-to-God letter. I mean, not an ad, not a bill, but personal communication." That's what e-mail is for, ...ad," Susan laughed. "How many letters did I send you from Germany?" Not enough," he shook his head. "You were pretty good about sending e-mails, but I'm old fashioned enough that I still appreciate a real letter. But Susan, I need to talk to you about something else. I've got something I need you to do for us tomorrow morning. Well, not for us,. A grainy, dark video popped up revealing my mom's pretty, seductive smile looking up at the camera. My eyes bulged at the sight of my dad's cock in her hand and her big tits resting at the base of it. She lets out a little moan, and I jolted back, frantically looking for the volume controls. I managed to mute the sound, and my heart pounded in my ears. Nothing moved in the house. My attention shifted back to the video where my mom was slowly stroking my dad's cock. My teenage dick was throbbed. I want you to know thatI had a cousin with whom I was very close, he or she suffered severegender dysphoria and started to transition. I supported where I couldbut she met with such aggression and opposition from family friends andcolleagues that in the end she could not cope and committed suicide. Iknew that I should have done more to help. I want you to know that, ifthat is what is happening, then I am in your corner. I hope I haven'tmade an awful mistake."I was moved by his offer of support. It was a trip that had been arranged before she came to live with Henry, so she could not go with the rest of her class."Tammy, would you like to come along? I'm sure I could arrange it with Mrs. Leitch." To America?" Yes. Why not? We'll surprise Josie and Ellen. What do you say?"Tammy just nodded silently, too surprised to speak."That's not fair," Megan groused."What? Since when do you want to go to Atlanta?" Henry answered with a grin. "Don't worry! I'll be back next Monday. I just have to do.