.. bad move, Dad. "Charles? Adele left her entire estate to Grace? What about CharlieB? What about Mary Anne? What about me? What about ME, Mr. Legal ...ounsel? Where's Mine?"When Lucile Louise mentioned Maryanne ... every time ... a listener could hear the separation of Mary and Anne ... like the Separation of Church and State ... two words, not one. Not like her birth certificate ... Maryanne."Shut up, LL," Daddy said it. Surprised the fuck out of me.Lucile Louise came down on him like a ton of. "Beautiful," I remarked."Yes it is," said a woman's voice.I turned to find a woman in a silk robe sitting at a marble patio table at one end of the verandah. She rose to her feet and walked toward us, her long raven hair drifting in the breeze, the hard shapely body moving beneath the translucent garment, a work of art. The smile on her finely chiseled face seemed genuine yet somehow secretive. Something about her eyes, the way they roamed over my whole body, made me uncomfortable. I felt like. Tennis sneakers?Ballet shoes? Heels? If I was going to be honest with myself, I wantedto wear heels. Which is strange to admit to myself. But that strangeurge was there. And if this maybe be the last time I get to dress up, Iwant to do it while I can. As I was looking at my mom's shoes I saw apair of cork wedge lifts. A slingback peep toe sandal that was allwhite. I slipped them on and loved the way they looked. I stood up andwalked around. Easy just like before. They were about 4.5" heel.. Dr Banks said "hello Ian, hello Paul, how are you both doing". Weboth said we were doing fine and Paul handed him the exam form from theathletic department. He gave us a big smile and said, "OK then, Paul,please strip down to your underwear".Paul removed his shoes, socks, shorts and t-shirt and the bulge in hisboxers told me he already had a semi-hardon. The doctor motioned him overto the scales and recorded his weight as 159 and height as 5'8". Iremembered my last physical exam with Dr Banks.