We sit side by side, watching as I climax on the screen, the car that appeared not even visible behind my own. Perhaps the people in it didn’t see a...ything after all, which is a relief. It doesn’t matter either way; John will love what he sees.I’m glad the clip is as good as it is, not in the least bit perfunctory. I’ve pulled it off. I feel almost proud of myself. But how can I feel proud of myself when next I see myself, a married woman, with my young lover, who happens to be sitting next to. I just went close to him, bending and showing him my cleavage under my dress. I spilled the scotch sip on his face. He was dazzled.“What are you doing?!” Neil asked. I slapped him again, “You do not ask questions, dog. Just do what I say.”I poured a drink on my feet and sat on the couch.“Dog, just sit down and lick my feet.” I just sat and pulled up my dress. He could see my thighs and he started licking my feet. I was pleased, he was doing it well.I poured some more scotch from the bottle and. There are even children's books about this sort of stuff.But to have your father announce that he is now a she, that he's decidedto become your mom instead...well, I'm sorry, but that's still outside therealm of what anyone can reasonably expect a nineteen-year-old to dealwith, that's just plain fucked-up. That just makes a mockery ofeverything; it's as if he--I'm sorry "she"--just doesn't give a shit howmuch embarrassment he's causing everyone else around him, mostsignificantly, yours. “Ten o’clock,” she said. “Court order.”“So have I made up for spying on you now?” I said. “Dancing and shaking my pecker at you?”Erin moved close. “Yeah, you made it up to me. Especially since you didn't do it on purpose. I just wanted you to feel as exposed as I did.”“Mission accomplished,” I said.She grinned and tapped on her phone. “Now, let’s see if we can stream something to keep the party going...”A metal track I didn’t know burst from speakers on a shelf.“What is this?” I asked.She.