...glad you could make it. We have a lot of work ahead but perhaps wecan have the occasional fun." And as he said the his deep blue eyesseemed to pene...rate me and I wondered if he knew I was gay and had had acrush on him for the last two years.As we drove to his villa on the coast near the Yumbo Centre ( I had beenthere before and had enjoyed the gay bars and clubs, sometimes dressed asmy other half Janine). We talked in the car about the research workahead, a book he was writing about the rise. "I'll be going now, Mom, OK?" Caught up in her memories, she barelyseemed to notice my departure.I had a lot to think about on the drive home. Did I really spend thefirst few years of my life being raised as a girl? I certainly had nomemory of it. But...perhaps some things did make more sense in thiscontext. From a young age, I was always fascinated by my mother'sthings. The silkiness of her dresses. The stretch and hold of her oldfashioned girdle. The colors and scents of her cosmetics, and. Halted a bit. Tilted her head towards me and started skimming me with her eyes.My beats, i counted.Did this work? Was i successful?Was it gonna back fire?I was in a state of timelessness. i was in a state of anarchy. in a state of dubiousness. A dark cloud of smoke obscured my vision.Hyper. hyper. hyper.Hyper was i getting neath the skin.Unflustered. But i portrayed.This was not a subterfuge. I did not want to scare her off.Lots of psychos out in the world already. And, trust is a hard thing to. He looked at me and smiled, then walked towards the bathroom. Sarika got up with red boobs. He mauled her boobs wildly, maybe. She has all teeth marks on her skin. She walked inside towards the bathroom. When they didn’t return for a while, I moved toward the bathroom to check it out.Sarika was busy talking with him and massaging his dick in the meanwhile. Reddy looked at me and said, “Get lost, asshole. We are busy.” I returned to the drawing room, and they came to the drawing room after a few.