Hans thought it was mis-placed modesty on the part of a Puritan American and had somehow managed to convince me to shed my suit. My discomfort was for...otten at once as I watched Hans shed his shorts and stood upright, ready to enter the water with a 8′ erection bobbing away. He glided into the water, took a few strokes, and found me tredding water in the middle of the pond. ‘Cold?’ Hans’ gaze at my breasts seemed a bit invasive to me, but as he reached around me to pull him closer, I realized. "With shaking hands I picked up the purse. The feel of the leather on mysmaller fingertips somehow made my new existence more real. I had apurse. Only women carry purses. Therefore..."Here, let me help," she said, a little more sympathetically as she sawme fumbling through the unfamiliar bag with my lengthened fingernailsgetting in the way. She pulled a large wallet out of the purse. Openingit, she told me, "Your name is Julie Cameron."Come to think of it, I knew that. The Judge had called me. I mean...I don't want to." "You enjoyed watching me make a fool of myself?" "Jesus, no." He leaned closer to her face, deeper into the center of her field of vision. Her eyes couldn't avoid him now, but without her glasses he didn't know if he looked clear or fuzzy to her. "Has anyone ever told you you're beautiful?" She made a face. "My dad used to, but that doesn't count." "Why not?" "A dad is supposed to say things like that. Even if he doesn't really mean it." "He meant it. Trust. I hand her the bags with instructions to unpack, as it move silently around the kitchen, grabbing the pots, pans, spoons etc required for fixing dinner.She wasn't a bad cook,far from it, but she'd never cooked for me before, I was about to change that."You're cooking tea, I'm going to sit here, drink my wine and guide you, pay attention or you'll be eating standing up" A wide grin passed her lips as she nodded her agreement and reached for the apron."You'll not need that" I barkedI wanted to.