It was only me and my Mausi in home. Whatever my Mausi called me for lunch. We sit on floor to have our food. I sat and started having lunch. My Mausi...came to give me more chappatis as she was giving more chappatis she was looking at my short.I looked down to find my balls hanging out as my short was torn out which I didn’t notice while wearing. I put my hand on it and my Mausi walked away without saying anything. I finished my lunch quickly and went to find another short in the other room.I. I wondered each time a pair of eyes met mine, if I was recognizable. Were they saying to themselves, "there goes the freak I saw in panties and fake tits, stretched out in a store window"?But I never found recognition, and I never found that window.Months later, with my tan lines all but gone, all I had left was that pair of panties tucked away in the back corner of my dresser drawer to convince me that I wasn't insane - those pretty panties and the enduring feeling of emptiness. My social life. "Yes. In Little Oak. I'll be gone till dinner. At least." I felt my daughter's foot press on mine. Lois asked, "What are your plans, Lizbeth?" Sleep in. Study." She pressed hard. I got her message. "Make Daddy's lunch. Study some more." I would enjoy some very inappropriate alone time with my daughter tomorrow, time that would likely include more than kisses and caresses. Instinctively I seemed to know she was ready for, and mature enough to enjoy, much more. Our time was here, and, most. Stephanie’s parents, who had already paid for the reception, were especially sour at having their daughter double-stuffed in front of hundreds of guests by older men they were never even introduced to.The groom could not spot his bride in the procession, only the back of one of his "best man’s" tuxedo. Once they stepped up the stairs and rotated, he saw the radiant redhead he fell in love with… the left side of her face anyway.The ceremony was as traditional as could be outside the fact that.