After finding the address, I climbed the stairs to an apartment above a garage. The windows were all covered over, either by thick drapes or with pape... taped to the inside--even the small windows at the top of the door.I knocked. After a couple of seconds, Graham's thin, wheezy voice came from behind the door. "Who is it?"I tried to sound as non-threatening as possible. "It's me, Graham. Dexter, from Transgender 101."His answer sounded like he was surprised, even a little afraid. "What do you. You’re finally coming home. As I lay back and think to myself, my hand naturally slides down over my breasts, gently caresses my stomach and moves lower to take care of my longing for you one more time.The first night we met you were upfront with me about your deployment. We had three weeks together and then you would be off to Iraq. We spent every spare moment of those three weeks exploring, enjoying and, yes, ravaging each other. I’ve never really liked all the cocky military ass holes. She made the cold, calculatingdecision that she needed a man who would provide for her and herdaughter.It was in this job that Jasmine met Jamie's father. He was attracted tothe beautiful young woman, and he was always on the lookout for someonewhom he thought could potentially fulfill the role of mother to his onlychild. After a brief courtship where he pulled out all the stops,including flying Jasmine and Jade to Paris for a long weekend, Jamie'sdad proposed to Jasmine, and she accepted.. "Trisha frowned. "All right, then. When I first asked Kaitlin tohave... relations with me, she said that she wanted to think about it awhile. I gave her --" You gave me!" Kaitlin interrupted. "I think not. I asked you for aweek to think about it, and you agreed. And reluctantly, I might add." Whatever," Trisha continued. "When that week was over, you seemedmore than happy to go along with the idea. We went at each otherpretty good for more than a few times. And it felt _real_.