I was surprised to observe a couple of bruises on her globes and more on her upper thighs, assuming that she’d gotten them from being around the bui...ding site…a constant source of bumps and such. She clenched her buns twice, reflecting two internal squeezes of her bladder to end her task, and I gasped. She looked around and saw me, smiled slightly as she caught me out of the corner of her eye, then slowly stood up to fasten her shorts. I tookthat opportunity to trot back to where I was working,. .." I had no idea what to do. "Mom, Dad, I hope you don't hate me for this... I've known for a while..." "Oh my god." Dad slammed his hand on the arm of his chair. "My son's not going to be some faggot, is he?" "No... Um, no..." I felt tears grow in my eyes. "I wanna be a girl!" I spoke fast, and cringed. And hour later, I sat sobbing in my room, with a black eye, no confidence, and no respect from my parents. Grounded for what could be years. Just for trying to become who I should be? I hated. He accepted the invitation. He told his wife that he is giving me company for drinks so both of us would be late for dinner. We have started our drinks session. After having couple of drinks, Ashok asked the permission to discuss his personal matter with me. I had permitted him to do so. Then he told me that their sexual intercourse is not satisfying him and his wife. He wants my suggestion because my wife and I are about 16 years married life. I got shocked when he had told me this. I asked. .. the provisions of the rest of the protections of the people were no longer valid.That was what "the Ruling Class" wanted. The problem was, the Ruling Class was getting old. Old men and old women, steeped in power and privilege, were dying. They were Law Makers and law makers must make laws ... they did.Passing laws that do not apply to themselves ... or their spouses and children.Arranging wars to remove the best of the opposition and doing it under the title of "Duty to God and Country."No.