"Oh," Grandma Irene says with clear surprise in her voice. "THAT Sarah."I grip Sarah's hand as I feel her bristle- whilst my grandparents haveslowly s...arted to accept me for who I am, several of my 'other choices'are a taking a bit longer for them to swallow- and my being a lesbian isprobably the hardest thing of all for them to accept."Well I spend so much of my time here anyway," Sarah says, allowingherself an evil smirk as my grandparents bristle at the thought. "I'mprobably the person. He began at the guy’s shoulders and wiped down his back stopping short of the guy’s ass. He did one side then the other. The guy raised his arms and let Daniel continue around to the front. “I think my balls are still wet,” he laughed.Daniel backed away. “I think you’re dry now.” He tried to hand the towel back to the guest.“I said my balls are still wet,” he repeated impatiently.Daniel moaned and reached down with the towel and dried the guys loose and heavy balls. The guy spread his legs. In fact, she loves it so much, she often makes a supplementary income sewing costumes for local theatre groups, role players, and serious Halloweeners. Oh, and me. I would never ask, that’s not my nature, but in the two years or so that we’ve been friends, she’s made little contributions to my carefully stored collection of kitty wear. Today, for the first time in too long, I brought it out, admiring it longingly, lovingly, running my hands over each and every piece, including the newest. Louis had returned to the status of no one could cross the river now without a boat. That may or may not be good, I guess it depends on your personal point of view.We still had to be very careful getting past the wrecks because the river was not as deep as it had been and there were a lot of pieces of junk sticking out of the water. At least, they marked the places to avoid, so we didn't curse them too much. It took us so long to get all four houseboats past the junk in the river that it was.