A painted circle attached to the large gear which moved the log into the saw at the mill. With each click forward, the markings on the circle advanced...against some pointer. Calibrate the markings, and you had ... a clock! One which never slowed, or was inaccurate! Well, unless the flow or speed of the water changed. If you made it independent of the stream itself, fed it with some large reservoir...Why hadn't someone ever thought of this? Maybe they had. Maybe such a thing had been invented. I put my left hand behind Mary's head and over her shoulders. That was enough to have her reach up and pull my palm to cover her left breast. Oh, my God, I could feel her left nipple pushing hard into the palm of my hand. With only a little prompting from Mary, I began to rub gently over her nipple. That was kind of a naughty thrill seeing as how Mary was my sister and all.Well, Mary was certainly deep into the spirit of the occasion because she pulled my right hand up to do the same kind of. As they joked and laughed George’s wife Muriel came up to them with a concerned look on her face. ‘Greg, you seem a nice kind of guy.’ ‘Thanks Muriel, I try.’ ‘When I was visiting the ‘Ladies’ I found a lovely young woman who was crying. She’s most distressed and here by herself but she’s had a terrible experience last night. Do think you might be able to look after her a little bit.’ Looking after someone wasn’t really what Greg had in mind when he came to Fiji, but before he knew it, his kind. I was to bring nothing savethe clothes that I was wearing and my ID, birth certificate, and socialsecurity card. That held little problem for me as I really didn't havemuch more than that.So I stepped off of the bus in just a shirt, shoes and pants with myfavorite lingerie underneath. Lingerie? Oh, I didn't mention that Ihave been a closet cross dresser for years and longed to live my lifeas female. That is the dream that Miss Heather promised to me. Sheunderstood that I was both transgendered.