Her ankle cuffs were linked by a short length of chain, severely limiting her stride. Step, step, step, she approached taking short quick steps, her a...kle chain taut then slack then snapping taut again with each step. Rebecca stared at her, then stared at me."What would you like to drink?" Oh... uh... a vodka collins would be fine." Sharon, a vodka collins. Bring me the usual." Yes, Mr. Baxter." Sharon!" I said sharply, glaring."Oh, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." I think a reminder is in. We both agreed that taking dance class was a good move. Lynn and I thoroughly enjoyed our first class, though perhaps not for the same reasons. The rest of the week, I could not get Jill out of my mind. I sat at work thinking about the girl who mysteriously came alive on the dance floor. Sitting there, I was truly looking forward to my next dance class. As time went on and our dance lessons progressed, we gradually got to the Latin dances. I was admittedly looking forward to the Rumba, or. I suggested that we get out of there and find someplace more relaxed and enjoyable. As we headed out I thought about where we could go to find some alone time, and thought about just getting a nearby hotel room. But Diane wanted to play a little, so I just kept driving. Then a thought struck me and I now headed to a definite destination. When we exited the Interstate Diane’s curiosity got the best of her. As she continued to squirm in her seat, she demanded to know where we were going as we. I went to my therapist withoutSandy. I discussed my concerns -- my increasing desire to become awoman. She prescribed the regimen required to bring me to the point ofsurgical transition. She cautioned me that my sex life would change. Irecounted how our sex life had already changed. Sandy was reluctant tobed me when I was dressed, which was almost always, and I, beingthrilled with my dressing, was less inclined to pursue sex with her. Oddly however, Sandy seemed more accepting of my Julie.