My man Roger and I have greeted our new lovers with many scenarios: from fully dressed, stark naked, even engaged in sex. Our choice these days is to ...e almost naked when a new lover arrives, be it male or female. I like a killer pair of heels and a skimpy g-string to highlight my ass. Roger’s preference is a skimpy, crotch-less jock strap. (Even flaccid his cock is awesome in his crotch-less jock strap. And his ass looks good in it.) Though we do enjoy our second preference, undressing each. “He wasn’t, um … you know? Looking at me again, was he?”“Yes, he was. He’s a man, hon. Men like to look at gorgeous women, that’s all there is to it. Don’t hold it against him, all right. It’s in his instincts to look.”“I won’t,” she said. “And I’ll try to do better about not walking around like that.”“It’s none of my business,” I said, holding up my hand. “Wear what you want. Your father’s a good man. The only other advice I would give you would be to not sit on his lap or anything.”“I’ve sat. I followed and asked what was happening."She wants me to be Fa'afafine." I had seen some of the boys at schoolsuddenly turn up on a Monday mornng wearing skirts like the girls. Therewere only a few. The one in my class, Susan, told me her mum and dad weremaking her do it. Now mum was going to make John be a girl."What are you going to do?" I'm running away," John said."Please don't, you can't." I started to cry, I worshiped John. He taughtme how to play football, fish and protected me from. I think she caught me looking. I get to the problem area and extend the ladder and climb it. I notice the downspout was clogged with leaves. Removing the leaves the gutter drains. I climb back down and tell her what the issue was and I think I fixed it. I told her if it happened again to text me. I gave her my number and went about my day. I hadn’t heard from her again. Until last night that is. My phone alerts me to a text. It’s Ann my back yard neighbor. “ hi it’s Ann, I hate to bother you.