Then there was of course my "stepmother" I liked to call her that, eventhough she was actually my governante. But Stephanie was much fond of my father...I knew, from the times he showed himself in the house, they stayed up late in the evening when he was home, because few days later he was gone again with the wind. I wondered sometimes if he grieved over my real mother, whom I never recalled any image of.Nevertheless, when Stephanie and I left the cemetery after the funeral, Iremember that she. 'I look at the offered rump with unconcealed pleasure. 'I call it a glorious arse,' I say laughing. 'A perfect specimen.'Seeing me laugh, Sarah smiles, 'Thanks. But you're only saying that to cheer me up. I look at all my mates and I'm massive in comparison.''But all your friends still have girls' figures, whilst yours is a woman's.' I answer seriously. Sarah is still standing there bending slightly away from me, her tight skirt outlining her firm buttocks clearly. Without thinking I added, 'I. Petra told him to do some twirls like he was doing that morningin his back yard. He did and liked the way it felt. It took allthree to carry the dresses and shoes back to his house. His motherwas surprised at all of the clothes and remarked that now shedidn't have to make him any new dresses. She said he would wearevery one of them. His heart sank upon hearing that -- he hadthought he would be out of them in a couple of days. His mothersaid he looked so much better with the make-up that she. I looked over to Sue and said the words I had been dreading to say "I think we need to talk" Sue looked at me very seriously "Okay ..... Just let me wash my hand off first" and jumped off the bed. I took the opportunity to clean myself up and pull on my boxers on as a cold heavy feeling spread through the pit of my stomach. When Sue returned she still looked serious. "There is something I need to tell you as well ...... promise you won't be mad?" This took me back a bit I was ready to confess.