She’s been through a lot.”I started to get up, “I’ll go talk to her.”Richard grabbed my arm and pulled me back into my chair, “No, she has...to learn to deal with her demons and emotions. The best thing we can do is pretend it didn’t happen.”“Reluctantly, I agreed and finished my supper.”“How are things between you and Richard?”Jana’s question took me by surprise. We were enjoying an afternoon swim after she returned from a job interview. “What do you mean?”She looked right at me, “He’s not. . That means sissy. The girl's voice inside me asked did Ithink it was pretty. I told her to shut up, as I needed time to get usedto it. I started playing with the dolls, but it was a strange experience,as I was not controlling my movements, I did not want to try differentclothes on the dolls, and I did not want to comb their hair. It was likesomeone was controlling my body. The girl's voice was very happy, as ifshe was playing. It was like she was now taking over my body.Then my sister came. “Nobody’s saying anything, OK?” he continued, patting the bedcovers beside him. “Come and sit down here and we’ll talk about it.” The way he beckoned me to sit next to him, the power of his command, and the gentle way in which he was managing the situation made me want to follow him. I walked over to the couch and sat beside him, whereupon he immediately put his hand on my upper thigh. The feeling of his strong masculine hand grasping my leg through the thin stockings caused a shot of pre-cum. Laying eyes on my son erased the pain and closed the wounds on my face and body, it breathed new life into me and assured me that our souls are real, and that our pain however intolerable is fleeting and not in vain. I was afraid to touch him as if he were made out of cotton candy and my fingers could reshape him and turn him into nothing but so much sugar from which he was made. My blood marked his body, proving that he was mine. My flesh, my blood, a new life born of my womb. A new soul to.