Someone down there had been reading my columns, it seems. I patiently explained that I was known as the Bearded Lady for good reason; I had a full, da...k, bushy beard and was unlikely to be seen as a woman.The only response was: "Hey - kinky. That's great! The audience will love it."So I agreed, after all I consider myself second only to Rush Limbaugh as a font of wisdom on all subjects, and even he wouldn't be as well informed as I on crossdressing. I dug the wig out of the recesses of closet,. ”Sarah turned and headed up the stairs. I killed the audio and followed up behind her. The questions in my mind overwhelmed my senses so I did not pay attention to the nice little ass moving up the stairs in front of me.When I got to the top of the stairs, Sarah led me to the couch and gave me a pat on the cheek.“I finished working on your problem. Just stay right here.”Sarah hurried away before I could ask her WTF. Keri entered the room and grinning like the Cheshire Cat, sat next to me on the. She wondered if her one and only love, who she married at eighteen could possibly be a mystery writer who was loosely disguising the details whilst relating her life story to unknown numbers of strangers via an adult story site.She decided to play along writing feed back tot his author and hoping for a reply from the author which would give her an email address, as she knew her husband's limited computer knowledge would never allow him the skill to register a secondary email address and shadow. She suddenly started crying. I gave her my shoulder to cry on and asked what happened She replied that her husband does not give her time and they rarely had sex. She was not happy with her sex life. I immediately replied, “Tell me if I can help you?”She gave me a naughty stare. Then she came close to me and put her hand around my head. Her lips touched mine and we kissed passionately. It was the best kiss of my life.As our lips met, she started moving her hands around my body and I knew this.