"My goodness, oh my goodness, you look so like your sister, it is true,go...look in the mirror...and tell me if it isn't so?"Confused and dazed by the...strangeness of my Mum's actions, I gazed intothe mirror. What I saw stunned me and made me deeply uneasy. Thereflection looking back with a quizzical gaze was Pamela! I pulled thewig off, shaken by what I had glimpsed. I felt I had in somewaytransgressed a line of decency, not by wearing a girly wig; that didnot bother me so much, but that I had. " "Sooooo, this is the straw that broke the camel's back?" Mike said pointing at two new additions to my body. I had, had my left nipple pierced with a bar and two small star tattoos either side of my pelvic bone. Mum had said I looked like a 'gay slut', I didn't even know she knew words like that! Part of me was a bit pleased to have offended her and part of me was pleased as whilst I wasn't gay I like to be different. "She called you what!?" Mike looked slightly embarrassed and maybe a bit. I had noticed throughout that one or other of them would put his arm aroung my waist or lead me by the arm during the tour, I felt a little pang of excitement with this and really didn't want it to stop.Paul guided me over to a large widow and we stood looking at the nice view, it was dark out but was still nice, I said how good it was and he replied but not as lovely as you, his hand had moved around my back again and he was touching my bare shoulders,He moved closer and before I could think. If you only want sex, you have two or three couplings and you go home, that's it, you had an itch and scratched it.If I were the husband I would prefer to believe that it was not the first time; because if it was the first time, how shallow was the love she gave me that the first time she didn't even feel guilty and stayed with him the whole weekend!.Another thing you captured perfectly was the question of her job; being raised by a woman who fought for the right to vote in my country, makes me.