”, Jennifer started. “I don’t blame you son. I’m ashamed of my own granddaughter. You deserve better son and I hope you find it.”, Pops stat...d, cutting Jennifer off. I nodded to him then turned and walked away. I not sure Lexie even noticed that I was gone. By the time I got to the parking lot, I knew she wasn’t coming after me. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I took once long look back but still no sign of Lexie. I drove straight home, shower and went to bed. I turned all of the lights off. Being honest...despite the reality of my situation, working at the club....I wasstarting to really like it.Satisfied with the cleavage staring back at me, I slipped on thebottoms. The thong nestled easily between my ass cheeks, making itselfat home. It was perfect. It did nothing to hide my curves. Just theopposite, of course. I felt like the thong projected instructions ontothe small of my back, a block of text written as a tramp stamp tattoo."Please firmly grasp thong then tug to the side.. But when they wheel the boy into the emergency roomthe surgeon takes one look at the patient on the gurney and declares "Ican't operate on this boy! He's my son!"How can that be? Wasn't the boy's father killed in the accident? How canthe boy be the surgeon's son?Answer: the surgeon is the boy's mom, of course.That's my life, sort of. An old joke. A gender-bending riddle.Except it's worse than that.I mean, it would be bad enough to have your dad came out of the closetand announce that he's gay.. Classic cream and deep claret hip hugging French knickers were teamed with a balconette bra, both designed for maximum effect. Him: So, it didn’t all go south, then. The standing joke that as soon as women reached twenty-five everything drooped wasn’t funny back then either. Sex with the ex is probably hugely successful because it is so easy to just slip back in there. The first night nerves completely disappear and there’s none of those worries about how do they kiss, where to touch them, how.