”“Got it!”She went to the office and I went into the nave, venerated the icon of my patron, who was also the patron of the parish, said my simpl... entry prayers, and then began the process of filling the lamps with olive oil, trimming or replacing the wicks and floats, and then lighting them. I had just finished when Clarissa came into the nave.“There were about a dozen messages, all of them asking for an update on the deacon.”“For now, just let it be. I need to finish here, then I’ll figure out. Butat fourteen and being Transgendered, I was carrying one hell of a chip onmy shoulder. I had to prove to my mother that Ty was just like the rest.Besides he was black and I knew what everyone at school would say.Of course looking back now I have to admit that I am happy that I waswrong. Those feelings came from being rejected by my real father twoyears earlier when he caught me dressing up with Linda our next doorneighbor. I still shiver and cringe in memory of that beating.So over the next. My blood sugar was still elevated, so I didn't know what to think.Joy liked sleeping with me, because I was very warm, according to her. I liked sleeping with company, even if it was a six and a half foot green person.I felt better the next day, but my sugar was still elevated. I could feel my feet more than I had been able to before, so I felt better about that.After six days, my bellyache had worn down to nothing, and my sugar was lowering enough that I was down to one fourth of my med. You grab my favorite lotion. It’s yours too, you love the smell on my skin. Peppermint fresh, just like a Christmas treat for my skin. You know it raises Goosebumps on my skin, tingling. I can smell it as you slowly start at my arms and rub it in. So sensual and slow, I just want to fuck. You take care not to miss any skin, and soon you’re to my breasts and you’re rubbing the chillingly fresh lotion everywhere and I want it on my nipples. You kiss them, but leave the clothespins on and continue.