I don't remember much of the rest of the service apart from being vaguely disappointed that I couldn't kiss the bride, at least not in public anyway. ...e did do a whole lot of kissing as soon as we got to the vestry on the way to signing the registry. The minister coughed to gain our attention and we did the signing thing. Serena signed her maiden name for the last time and finally we were done. We filed back to the altar and took our placesAs I said, the rest of it was a blur until we found. "Can I get a vodka mum? I feel like getting smashed”"Of course darling, like that is it?" Yeah she said - - - -, ah well it doesn't much matter what she said anyway."I watched her go up the steps leading into the kitchen and thought about what Jenny had said, I'd never honestly thought about her in a sexual way before but as she stretched up to the top shelf for the vodka bottle, the tee shirt rode up and I caught a brief glimpse of a very sexy little slit between her legs."Fuck." I thought to. Interestingly, we havenever discussed my transition since.I have had lunch with Ann and her mom as Tricia at the Swan House,possibly the place for ladies of society to gather for lunch and tea inAtlanta. I love getting together with her mom, because we can movestraight into ladies talk in a matter of minutes. She has given me someexcellent fashion advice. She is a master of makeup. She hides 15 yearsof aging behind a masterfully painted face. Ann and her look more likesisters, than mom and. My accent is good like an international one as I went to convent school in Kerala. I am 38, 5.10, good built decent toned body, fair and a hint of a small tummy. She was quite surprised by my knowledge of South Africa and people. She assumed Indians were not well informed. Later she would appreciate all what Indian did….my mind said to me naughtily. I went for a full breakfast with toast and eggs and more juice. She too ate up all her food. We chit chatted abt this and that. The daily newspaper.