. I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” said Marie.Some girls guessed that some of the camp friends were more than friends. What about the othe...s? Was Clive servicing ALL the girls? No, a mentor explained, confidently; some girls need special friendships, some don’t; some want to wait until ‘Mr Right’, others ... well others didn’t.” It was an education for these sweet Catholic girls; they had all been hit on at one time or another by boys from The Holy Hand Grenade as the boys’ school was. I glanced at theclock and realized I needed to get back to my desk. I wentto the sink to wash the cup I was using and put it away. Herboss came in the room about that time and quietly came upbehind me and put his hands on my shoulders. It startledme at first because I didn't know right away who it was.But when I knew it was him, I relaxed right away. We startedhaving a casual conversation, when he starting movinghis hands slowly and gently up and down my arms. I was wearinga short sleeved. It was really dark in our bedroom which was unusual. Kimberlyn usually slept with a night light since she had been afraid of the dark since she was a k**. The only time she ever slept in total darkness was when she was dog tired and just too tired to care about the dark. I guess the jet lag that came from flying from Wisconsin to our home in Oregon, was enough to exhaust anyone. As I stood there in my bedroom, I could just barely make out her form in the black room. From what I could see she. "Do not jest with me.You are the epitome of woman. I have never met someone more graceful,delicate, and feminine as you."It took me a moment to bring back my male voice, but I did."I am really a man."Chester jumped up. He looked at me startled. "Why? How?" Please sit. Let me explain." I said as I instantly reverted back tomy normal, female voice. I told him all about how I always felt like agirl. I told him about how I ended up at the social those years ago. Itold him about my sister.