"Ah they knew what to do Idin, I can't smell shit in here." Lillian says."Strange, thats all I smell." I say."You know what I meant." Lillian says"I c...n track her." I say."How Idin? I don't see any sign of them." Lillian says."Shes my daughter." I say."Adopted." Lillian says.I squeeze past her giving her a dirty look, we move on, Lillian is humoring me, I feel something against my foot, I reach down sticking my hand into the muck pulling out Sharon's gun."Im impressed." Lillian says.I ignore it. "Well, we're trying to change that," Kurt retorted.Loda nodded before Kurt went back to polishing a bronze statute. Theythen took a break for lunch. Kurt made Loda a low calorie lunch, whilehe ate a high calorie lunch to help keep his energy for his furtherlabors that day.Kurt continued working throughout the day under Loda's watchful eye anddid the same the following day. As Tuesday evening came, Loda gaveKurt instructions for what to do the next day while she was at. When he supported her as she climbed a tree, with his hand on her butt and his fingers pressing against what her mother called her "binky", the same thing happened. He apologized and she said "That's okay."So by the time she was fourteen, having her uncle's hands all over her body, casually touching her was something she thought of as completely normal.Then there had been sex ed class at school, and the questions she had that she couldn't ask anyone except Uncle Jerry about. He was happy to. I raised it over my head, and nearly feinted in bliss, as I felt her girlhood envelope me as her slip descended down over my shoulders. I was wearing that foxy chick's most intimate apparel, and it fit me just like it fit her. I went to the mirror, and I lovingly caress the material over my thighs, belly and bum, as I admired the way it draped over my effeminated shape. I loved it.I went to her closet, and I selected a light pink long sleeved dress with a very full skirt that I had admired on.