Her hands brushed against the sides of my crotch as she went all the way down and lathered up my legs from behind.I knew I was never going to forget t...is, either. I wasn't sure if maybe I should be doing something, or saying something, but I didn't want to risk spoiling the moment.I shouldn't have worried; Aunt Sandy was in complete control. When she finished with my legs she spun me around, facing her. She stood up, her naked body just inches from mine. I couldn't help staring, taking in all. " He started to cry and as Sarahwatched him; her heart broke for him so she came over to him trying tocomfort him. "I know Jim... I mean Tiffany; you have had it hard with allthe years of taking care of your Mother and hiding the way you feel aboutwanting to be a girl. However, do not give up your dream of becomingTiffany for real, you would be a beautiful woman! For all that you havedone taking care of your mom by putting her first, maybe one day you willget something good in return." Sarah. Once this had been a fashionable address. Now it was empty of tenants.Ellen was walking to visit her husband. He was interred in the family mausoleum in the cemetery up ahead. The family had been rich and prominent during the nineteenth century. Back then, they had owned a mansion in the area. Now it was empty too. Ellen's husband had been the remaining heir of the family, when there was nothing left to inherit.Several blocks down the street was the ornate and open gate of the cemetery, which. Cassie avoided a frown, but some irritation crept into her voice. "Now what?" Nothing." No, you meant something by that. What is it?"Melinda gave Cassie a surprised look. "What difference does it make?" Because I'm getting tired of people still selling him short."Melinda stared. "Huh?" You heard me, Melinda. Maybe the others have stopped, but you're still doing it." But ... Richie just ... he..." Melinda sputtered. She glanced past Cassie and said in a lower voice. "He made me do it that way.