"Please, forget about Glow. Please,just let this be..." What's going on then?" Mel demanded, getting angry with getting therunaround. Her friends obv...ously knew something, and it hurt that theywere keeping her in the dark about it.When Mel started towards James' room again, Dinah blurted out, "I'm notGlow. James is." What?" Mel gasped, staring at Dinah in surprise and confusion."He has DID," Dinah said quietly, her voice shaking. "DissociativeIdentity Disorder." Then at Mel's blank look, she. He moaned. It just found it's way out. Whenhe first heard it, he thought it had come from Gloria."What was that sound?" Gloria teased. "Was that a girly moan I heardMitchie-poo?" No..." Mitch gasped. He struggled to wrap his brain around the sound hejust heard. No it couldn't have been him. The sound wasn't masculine, butfeminine. It must have come from Gloria. He didn't like her trying toplace the blame on him, nor did he like the cutsie little nickname shelabeled him with. She'd never called. But I could only do so much as his weight and force was greater than Icould overcome. My husband began to fuck me. I could feel him put theweight of his upper body onto his fore arms yet his head stayed besidemine. I could feel the deep breaths that escaped his lips as his hotbreath hit my skin. His hands slipped under my back as his handsgripped my shoulders from behind. That is when he became a machine. Igrasped at his hips as the rose and fell at a furious rate plunging hiscock into my. Those concerns vanished one rainy Friday night when she came home from alate dinner meeting with clients. As she opened the door and steppedinside, she did a double-take as her jaw dropped open and her purse fellto the floor. Before her stood her husband who had so strenuouslyproclaimed, he wanted to look like a man and had no interest in femininefluff, was now resplendent in outrageously girly regalia.Heather stood there with a silly grin on his face, wearing full dramaticmakeup with his.