"I have a bone to pick with you. You sat there at that Gala, as cool as a cucumber and let me go on and on about Richard and didn't say a word. Now I ...now why, but you at least could have given me a clue." I am sorry Ashley, but I couldn't. Apart from being married I didn't know how Richard felt about me." Well you know now. If I had realised it was you he was in love with I would have said a lot more." Even so, would it have made a difference? Charles was not a bad man, by most standards he. And her gushing mother immediately wanted to know every detail."I've always wondered about what fucking Arnie'd be like," Helen said. "Guess every sister does about her own brother. Especially when he's so good looking. Women have always been after him. If I've never tried his cock on for size myself, at least my little girl has and can tell me what it's like."Christy supposed she might as well tell her mom what she wanted to hear, even though she was increasingly concerned about her silent. My boobsare pretty compressed but not painfully so. Mrs. Cook then hands me a fewpairs of jeans for me to try on. Realizing that technically we all threeare female, I sigh, then slide the shorts off and slip the jeans on. Theyare snug but fit really well. I look in the mirror and realize that theygive my hips and behind a noticeably female shape, but with thecompression shirt it?s not all that bad. I then grab my regularsweatshirt and put it on, I actually look pretty good I decide. Not quiteas. I could check the story list and if he'd read my story it would be highlighted in red.That night I waited until Frank was asleep and then I went down and got on his computer. He had read the story. I clicked on favorites and was slightly miffed that he hadn't added me to his "Favorite Author" list. Next time I would just have to try harder.Oh yes, there would indeed be a next time.It was a week before I got a call from Joie wanting to know if I wanted to go out and play. I told her I was more.