I will not dress like that again, please forgive me,” he pleaded crying.“It’s ok, don’t worry about it, in fact, I liked seeing you like that,...can you dress me like that?” I asked him shyly.His eyes widened on hearing this, and then he asked me, “Are you also gay?”I told him that I did not have any gay experience until now. I also told my girlfriend’s brother that I was also not sure if I like it or not, but I really loved seeing him in a girl’s dress and wanted to dress like him.His smile. You see, I was that sister. Let me tell you the story, and then maybe you'll understand.In 1954, our parents lived on a small farm in Wyoming, and our closest neighbors were 40 miles away. Daddy raised horses and sheep. Momma kept some chickens and a huge garden that produced most of the food we ate all year long. We also had a milk cow and there were wild cattle around. Daddy said they were left over from the wild west days. Every once in a while he'd shoot one and drag it in with a team of. You see, I really did die that night. John Garson, driven businessman, raconteur, incipient alcoholic, is no more. He died when I accepted my death on that rooftop. I go by Jay Garson now. I'm quieter. I still have my sense of humor, but I don't need to be the center of events. One glass of wine is enough for dinner, no nightcaps need apply. I'm content to enjoy life as it comes. I date occasionally, but I'm not looking for one night stands anymore. When I meet a woman, she has to meet a much. And now we get our dicks sucked less than an hour of being on this ship. Walking around some there seems to be a lot of shops, bars and restaurants, it not much for Billy and I to do. Looking at the directory of what’s where I spot a movie theater located on the 4th floor. When we arrive we see that they are playing a old times movie Gone with the Wind. I guess they did not take into account the younger audience like us? Well we don’t have anything better at the moment let’s just go in.