Of course human nature being what it is all of that composure crumbled as we laid eyes on each other. My father and John Thompson didn't show any outw...rd indication of emotion. They were men of character and the sort of men that just didn't show emotion in that way. My mother and Julie Thompson though were mothers and emotional women so they they did the crying for the four of them and for for me because I had cried myself out last night.Maria too had shed her share of tears, however she wasn't. When I got home from work that Friday, Hannah became Mistress Hannah and sat me down in front of the mirror and instructed me on how to apply makeup that complimented my pale complexion and eye color. We had gone clothes shopping and had received several packages during the week, so I wasn't caught completely by surprise when she started to dress me. Because of my 5'10" height, I didn't think I could ever pass for a woman, but because I have a slender build, she was able to give me some. “Would you like some help in the shower?”She looked at Bill consideringly. “You’re offering?”“I am. Or, if you prefer, one or both of my fiancées will.”“I’m okay with girls, but I much prefer men.” She turned and headed for the shower in her cell, followed by Bill. The girls fell in behind and sat on the bed when the other two entered the shower.Bill was careful and the shower was about washing off the sweat, but not entirely without a sensual element. Both participants were a little flushed. And I’d not found that special woman. That woman to whom I could devote my life.I’d maintained a 4.0 grade average in both high school and college. So, in one respect, I wasn’t stupid. But, like many intelligent people, I was blind in so many ways.This being the case, I had the Oprah-esque aha moment when I was driving in my car, the radio on an oldies station and the sound of ‘Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places’ filling my car when it hit me. Doh.I’d been living the pop-definition of.