They established those little routines which cement a loving relationship. They always awoke with a kiss and a ‘Good morning my love.’ Sometimes i... there was time, they made love.If either of them left the house, even for a short shopping trip, and certainly every morning when they left each other for their respective jobs, they kissed and told each other of their love. Every evening they kissed hello and every night they kissed good night. Their love was certainly something that never went. After that I made sure Neha was sleeping or not when I turned towards aunty she too ask me if Neha is sleeping, I told her I think she is sleeping so aunty bend over and caught Neha’s hand but Neha did not move to make sure aunty took Neha’s boob in her hand and pressed lightly in front of me then she removed her hand and told me that Neha was in deep sleep and took my hand in her hand pressing lightly then placed my hand on her right boob saying that because she pressedNeha’s boob I can also. ) Sara was cleaning up after dinner I had to get dressed up in my carharts as I work for a telecom company and it was cold as all hell outside. Sara came into the bed room and mentioned she was a little uncomfotable being left alone with Chuck after the boat ride ( he had made several dirty comments to her after that day all of which I loved to hear about. I told her dont worry yes he is rude but he wouldnt hurt you. I mentioned to Chuck to behave himself as I was gone. I left for a long night. We’re just here to enjoy the sun, and our dinner…” “We’re not ladies. And neither is he!” Phyllis proclaimed boldly. “Whaaaa?!” “Don’t act like you didn’t know your friend, Cindy here is transsexual. Her dick is as big as yours.” I was floored or “patio-ed” or whatever one might say outside on a restaurant deck. PAGE THREE “How?... I mean whaaa?... or, can somebody explain what’s going on here?” Cindy finally spoke up. “Look, Will… I’m not who you thought I was. I thought you knew… as you can.