And I know you spotted it, because you caught him and he looked away quickly.’ ‘Oh, yes I remember.’ ‘Well, did you like it then?’ ‘I thin... perhaps more to the point is whether you like it.’ ‘That’s different. I am the object of it, so to like it would be to participating in it. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don’t. But you’re my husband, you’re an observer. So, I’ll ask again,’ the hard quality to her voice was beginning to assert itself now. ‘Do you like it?’ She separated out each word,. I like to wait on you and Mom."He shook his head. "It's my fault you're gay. I never threw a baseballwith you." Dad. It's no one's fault ... " Vic, you took a boy to your senior prom. You wore a corsage. You worelipstick." That was a hoot, Dad," I said. "A lot of us wore dresses to the promas a goof." As I recall, you practiced for two weeks. And you kissed your date onthe mouth." I was...experimenting," I said.He shook his head. Clearly, he did not approve of me. He would havepreferred his son. I had been online patiently biding my time in a room I had created called 'Men Seeking Milk'. Having the screen name of Titmilker and it coinciding with my fetish of milk filled breasts it seemed natural. I was, after all, hoping a lactating woman would see the room and wish to chat. I had no illusions of ever meeting her but did hope for a picture or two.Usually I can wait an hour or more before anybody spots the room and enters. Most of the time it's men just checking out the action and. ”Clearly unhappy with having holes poked in her plan, Helen protested. “Why can’t you be helpful and supportive? I’m trying to get my husband back!”“I am but it’s not what you want to hear,” her sister said with a shrug. “Fine, you’re going to do what you want regardless what I say, but here’s what you won’t do.” Heidi leaned in with an utterly serious look on her face. “You will not speak a word of this plan to the girls. If you even so much as utter a syllable about it, I will leave you here.