I think that you have, fortunately, found something outabout yourself, now, that could have been very painful later.I don't know for certain which way...you will decide to go, but I havestrong suspicions. While you are laid up, you have got time to take twoimportant steps. First, I think that you should see a psychiatrist thatspecialises in gender issues. I have a contact, who I can get you to seein a couple of days.Next you need to talk to your mother. You need to discuss what is goingthrough. We wanted children so badly,” he explained. “I didn’t even stop to ask my wife when Steve said he had a set of triplet girl newborns that needed someone to adopt them. Their mother was unable to care for them, so they were put up for adoption. I’m also a professional bullshit detector, and you are one of the most honest people I’ve ever met. Whenever anyone got you talking about if the girls might be sextuplets or octuplets, you seemed sure that girls weren’t. When the girls are around each. "You're all about the same age, worked here about the same length of time, and you're all married. Tell me, you've been married, what? Three years?" Yes, three years come next month." And, no kids yet, right?" Not yet." Your wife, Diana—right? She's—what, twenty-five?" She's twenty-six, three years younger than me." Ah—yeah. You're a lucky man. Your wife is quite a knock-out." Thank you, sir." Yeah, I bet you get it on every night, don't you." He swept his hand over his crotch and rubbed it.Jim. I was feeling so fuckin horny by now, my nipples fully erect as they rubbed against my blouse, that I wanted to caress them as we sat there. After a drink or two, I was even hornier and glanced over at the black man sitting next to me. He sat there staring at my tits then looked up at me, “Nice tits” he said. “You wanna feel them?” I asked. Without saying a word, he reached over and with one hand cupped my nearest tit, then caressed it for a second or two more. “Feel nice does it?” I said,.