Ilove you, I love Cassie, I love my family and I wanted to do my bestfor us all. But in the last few months I realise I've lost the battle.I can't fig...t it anymore. I didn't want this to be happening because Irealise it's going to affect what we have now. I don't know how, but itobviously will. I don't want that, but I can't go on like this. Beingable to carry out their lives in the gender they have been born, issomething ninety nine per cent of people do without a seconds thought.It's. Maybe that would cross the line.Best not to risk it. Things were going so well - better than he could ever, ever have imagined. No reason to throw it all the way for a chance at oral sex from one of his classmates.Besides, he doubted any of them could be as good as Mrs. Jenkins.Maybe it was because of the regular practice, maybe it was Claire’s tips, or maybe she’d been doing some research ... whatever the reason, Mrs. Jenkins’ oral skills had actually managed to improve as time went on.The new. She listened hard as she could for a long time but could hear no sound above her own deep, ragged breathing.How much more time passed? Minutes? An hour? She guessed that Paul had opened the door, looked in to see if she had secured herself as instructed and then left again. That meant that he was not going to use her himself. Instead, he had gone out to tell someone else that she had made herself ready to serve their pleasure.She had not idea how long she had spent lying on the bed with her. It couldn’t be helped. And it was just common decency not to stare or point or comment about the elephant in the room. “Oh! You’re up already. Good morning sweetheart. Did I sleep that late?” “Mmnh,” I grunted. Mum went straight to the coffee machine as usual. Tabatha appeared a few minutes later, walking like a grumpy zombie in her night shirt. “That coffee machine is so loud, Mum. It wakes me every morning.” Tabatha climbed onto a bar stool at the island bench beside me. Unlike me,.