He welcomed me, offered me tea or whiskey, and seemed happy when I said tea would be fine.“Good lad. I’ve got the kettle on.”I followed him into...his spacious kitchen, impressed with the design and noting it was sparkling clean. He noticed. “Bit of a neat freak, a legacy from my late wife. She was the most ordered person I ever knew, and it made an impression on me. I often wondered how she would have dealt with children, but she got sick before we were ready for them, and by then it was too. She placed the long delicate fingers of one hand on the inside of her companion’s thigh. Despite Glade’s resentment at her one-time mistress’ ill-treatment, this excited in her a spasm of excitement she’d not felt for years. Demure traced her hand up the thigh towards Glade’s crotch which opened instinctively as did her mouth. ‘As you were also my slave…’ she said with a wicked smile. ‘And now you are known as…?’ Glade was reminded with a jolt that Demure had never known her name. Nor was it. I used to be just like you are now. I'm Jeff'scousin."Then it all clicked for me. I remembered that Jeff had told me he had acousin that went through the same things I was going through!"Jill, your heart says you a girl and your mind says no, you're a boy,right?" She got a nod of the head. "And you like a boy that likes youback." Another nod of the head. "Jill, sometime, soon, you are going tohave to declare yourself. I mean, you have to admit, first to yourselffor a start, and others later,. You could have more easily called my mother, than have had her arrange a private call with me. You have something to say, anyway you think it important enough to go to a lot of effort. So why not say it?" You are right. Why not? I'll start by telling you what your mother said to me after you left the room where you explained how you interfered in the missile tragedy." I waited for him to say something.Jacob just gave me one of his piercing looks.I took that as permission and incentive to get on.