I also talked about my intent to maybe go see a gendertherapist and see how that goes. She held my hand and said that shewould go with me and be there...every step of the way if I wanted. It wasone of the best nights of my life, and I cherish the memory even now. Iwas very sad when she had to leave the next morning, but we promised toincrease the frequency of our dates. I practically melted from hergoodbye kiss.Work continued apace. I was able to automate more and more of my job,which expanded to. I was pleased that the girls only drank when we had a social event like an evening in the tub after a work out in the gym. When we did have a beer they would use the frosted mugs we kept in the freezer and split a beer between two of them.When the groceries were put away we loaded up again and went to the Island Spa where we took turns in the new tanning booths. They had the new style where you could stand up, bend over, or do leg splits so that everything got tanned. They were nice.I received. I can only guess what was going through her mind, as mine was reeling at the recent events of the evening. I had kissed her. What did that mean? Were things going to change with us? Had I blown it somehow? She was being so quiet, had I hurt her feelings?I was jarred from all of those thoughts as we arrived back at our neighborhood. Porch lights on at both of our homes. Back to normal? Time would tell."Sam", I said, "How about our Junior Prom? Wasn't that one of the most enjoyable times we had. Except that on this Monday his wife’s one wasn’t there. I thought it was a bit odd, but could only assume there had been a rift. Jim came in about fifteen minutes after me. “Good morning Danielle. Oh what’s this?” He asked pointing to the Danish in the plastic carton. “Morning Jim. It’s just a little something, I thought you would like with your coffee.” “Oh thanks Danielle, that’s lovely.” I smiled as I went to get his coffee and I wondered if he would be checking me out. I had decided on the.