Dinner and meet her new boyfriend.He's black and 23. I asked her what the heck she is going to do with a 23 year old. Her answer was simple, she was...going to screw a lot. He and my husband have the same name.So I call him K2. Better than little Ken, as he is under 6 foot tall.He enjoyed meeting my Ken, really hit it off well. K2 is a bit of Ohio inner city type but seems to respect my guy. Maybe it's the older and blacker part. Lord knows how many hours they spoke for. Hundreds of. I love the way the stocking encased my legs, and the waypanties cupped my manhood in a soft satin embrace. I don't know if therewas some deep-seated desire on my part to cross-dress. I can not recallanything from my past where cross-dressing had ever played a part in mylife. All I do know is that once Lisa had introduced me to the joys ofcross-dressing, I was hooked.Perhaps it was just cross-dressing while I was with her. I didn't know.But, as our week together drew inexorably to a close, I. The day she was to move out of the Old into the new appartment came.Myself her brother and Her packed every thing into a small transporter she hired to the new appartment and carried them to the Firtstfloor.Her brother and me started to built the bed and cupboards then he left.I then with her help built the kitchen. When i finished mountimh the stove and connectint the water i asked her to show me where the bath was so i could wash up.This she did and promised to make me a cup. The controlling behaviors were so subtle at first I was too dense tonotice them. The text messages if I didn't call him as soon as I wassupposed to be home. I tried to explain to him that the courts don'tfunction on a rigid clock all of the time, and clients have sudden,unanticipated demands, but all he could do was mumble about "notunderstanding all that legal bullshit."One evening, when we were having dinner at a fine restaurant (myidea--Tony looked so uncomfortable in that sport jacket, but.