I’m finally seeing myself for who I am and not seeing myself through the lens of the expectations of others. I’m finally able to truly say the ‘...’ in ‘I love you’ and mean it. I am a woman who likes a strong, mature and considerate man. I like a man who treats me equal to a man not the same as a man. I want a protective man out in the world who has a soft heart in the home and a firm hand in the bedroom. The firm hand is what has been making me wet. Anti-feminist? I don’t think so. Feminism is. Now I was really inquisitive with excitement. I followed the sound and sneaked quietly along and toward the rear of the shed. Although there were shrubs, tree branches and bushes I was able to ease myself around and took position behind the wooden wall.My eyes were immediately drawn to something large and fleshlike moving in and out of a hole in the shed wall. I gasped audibly almost giving myself away. I swooned at the intimate view and had to steady myself from what I was witnessing. I eased. Mom and Emma and I. Emma had spent as much time in our kitchen cooking pies with mom as she had looking after me."Gawd I've missed you soooo much," Emma said as she gave me another hug. I inhaled her presence even as I felt her breasts against my chest; she was the girl who'd always smelled better than any other. She'd been holding me in her arms since I'd been a week old."Hah, you shouldn't have run off and married that--" Ooooohhh Matty, if only you'd been a little older," Emma cooed in my. If that was the case they would not want to alert the person concerned. I suspected that they were looking for a way to deal with the person without him or her knowing how they got the information in the first place. I smiled to myself and decided that as a member of the board and a future owner of the company I would use my womanly wiles to wheedle the information out of him in the bedroom later that evening. I would not be the first time a woman learned a secret in what they spy books called.