In bed at night, I would be thinking about her, and when I made love with Joan, it was really Linda who was in my thoughts. Our sex improved to such a...degree that Joan my partner noticed and commented on it several times.My partner Joan and I had been together for two years, and generally speaking we were very happy. She was a Theatre Nursing Sister at the local University Hospital and I ran my own thriving IT business. The subject of marriage had been on the table for some time, but neither of. You being a boy wearing a dress makes you a sissy then right?" Mark's mother said."But I'm not doing this because I like it?" Mark said."And what if he's not doing it because he likes it? What if he can't help it?" Mark's mother asked."Not the same!" Mark said."Well, not exactly the same but then again, it is only in the senses. I mean you now can't help the way you look either, right?" Mark's mother asked."That's for sure." Mark said."And those girls out there looking at you. Made you. I invited them in, and they sat on my bed since there was only the one chair. I shook hands with Gail, Scott and Tiffany, and they smiled at me. I was shocked, well at least surprised, by how short their skirts were as well as by how tight their polo shirts were. My cock enjoyed the scene. “Welcome to Oakridge,” Gail said. “We’ve been sent to, well, check you out and see how you wanted to do it, you know, service us.” “Fuck you?” I said with a smile. I knew it was one of my duties. All three. “Do you really think you’re accomplishing anything here? You’re only just making the both of us look like assholes.”“Lying assholes.” Nicole said a little too casually, looking down at her camera.“I don’t even care anymore. These girls probably already think I’m an asshole thanks to you.” May replied. “And you don’t know me.”Yup, there it was. The good old ‘you don’t know me’ line. Even for a grade nine, I could tell that was stupid and immature.“Why might they think you’re an asshole?” I asked.