So graceful, elegant, and effortless. I was lost in the thought of what it would be like to swim with them, really with them. Not like one of those cr...ise ship excursions where you hold onto a fin as they swim around a tank. But, really WITH them. What would it be like to Be LIKE it, to dive underwater, to feel it pumping its tail as it raced to the surface and broke into the air? From the feeling of the water flowing over my skin to being in the air, the sun glowing on my skin as the water. Jud and Lou hadn't stirred. I finally got dressed, grabbed a couple pieces of cold pizza, a can of warm Coke. And headed out.My truck was parked right outside, on the front seat was a new in the box VCR and ½ dozen tapes. The clock on the dash said it was 7:00 am, but I didn't know what day it was until I passed a church and saw a packed parking lot. So It was Sunday morning. When I got back to my place, although I was walking with some pain, and discomfort, I got the VCR and tapes into my. I had known him for about a year and spent nearly every weekend with him apart from when I was working. We painted together, went to the cinema and on many occasion got drunk together. Unfortunetley he didn’t know how I really felt about him. He cant drive at the moment so I dropped him off at his house whenever we went out of town and it always ended with a hug and good night. Today was probably going to be one of those days. I got up and found my favourite bra that had blue lace at the top of. " Sorry, I meant my 'daughter.'"Denise rose onto her knees, staring at her father in disbelief. "Dad!I'm a boy, not a girl! I'm your son, not your daughter!" Ignore her," Becky said."I don't know about this," Diane said. "I mean, isn't treating our sonlike a girl likely to have an effect on his--I don't know--self-image,identity, sexual identification?" Denise wanted to play dress up, Mrs. Spencer," Becky reported. "Your'son' is a cross dresser." Dennis! Is that true?" Diane cried,.