I was ok with separating but she didn’t just want to move into the guest house we had, she wanted to move five hours away to the town her boyfriend ...ived in. And then she admitted that she was in love with him and that just destroyed every bit of trust; and yes I did try and break them up because I felt that she was in love with him and I didn’t trust it. It took more than six months for her to admit that though. And yes, I’ve got wide hands but for me at least the myth isn’t true, I don’t. I pretended to study the files, although I was far too nervous toactually read anything.The typing stopped."Simon?" I didn't dare look up - I just kept staring at the file. Oh crap- what would he say?" Yeah?" I held my breath."Shall we get started?"And so we did. We talked through the account, planned the pitch andchatted away just like normal. Don't get me wrong - I was nervous as hellthat he'd notice the changes, or make a joke about my appearance, orsomething. But Tim was totally. ?As I was about to say, under your chair you will see a white box, open it, you will see an outfit so I don't have to see your penis constantly. Underwear, clothes, shoes, put them all on.? It wasn't the most feminine outfit I've ever given a girl, but it was undeniably girly. It was a simple blue dress, With a v-neck and the hem went down to her knees. The underwear were simple granny panties, a gaff (yeah, I know, but putting them on is extra humiliating) with written instructions as. The Saturday evening traffic was light and we were only ninety minutes from Logan to the house. Rush hour traffic in Boston was the ugly equal to Los Angeles."Hi Mom, Dad, good to see you again." It's only been a few days, Richard," my mother remarked, but all the while eyeing my two companions."This is Rosalind Baynes and her daughter, Sally. Ladies, these are my parents, Margot and Hendrik Vermeulen." Come in, please," Mother said in welcome. I guessed that she was curious about which of the.