Jen and Hamish were standing with Alastair and Catriona Baxter. We exchanged greetings all round, and took the glasses of sherry we were offered.Jen m...ntioned that she hadn't seen my hair that short for a couple of years; she had clearly heard on the grapevine why I had needed to look so neat and tidy. Looking round the room, I reckoned that I was certainly the neatest of our age group. Oh well, it would grow again, and then I wouldn't look quite so out of place.Hamish and his father were both. By the time he had his own place, but before marriage, Tony had everything he needed to turn him into ?Antonia, the ultimate tart?. His wig was long and blonde in cascading ringlets, his makeup very black around the eyes and scarlet, shiny lips. He had around 10 pairs of shoes, all with very high spike heels, either court shoes or strappy sandals. He had tight waspies, basques, suspender belts and bras to accommodate some big fillers, giving him a big bust and letting him to feel the bounce. Next morning, Dipti was in her bath tub while her maid was scrubbing her back. She wanted to talk to her about her husband that someone forced a rod between his legs but she didn’t say anything. Instead of using the rod end of the brush, she shoved it between her legs.The bathtub was full of water and foam so the maid didn’t notice what was happening. She felt pain and then pleasure as she rubbed her thighs while keeping the rod inside her vagina. Still, she didn’t say anything, the bath was. I sighed, recollecting my own family. Sometimes I'd think about them andwonder if they were even still out there. It used to be obvious, but theworld has changed so much that now when I read in the news anothermurder/suicide rampage I'm not even sure if it's my brother anymore. Oh,sure, I'd hear about some politician falling from grace or a greedy WallStreet type being indicted and I might get my hopes up that my siblingswere behind it, but it's hard to be sure. And these days someone puttingon.