I was brought back to the 'here and now' as I noticed someone moving towards me. I looked up to see Jordan in one of the flimsiest nighties I've ever ...een."Like what you see, Brian?" Jordan said with a smile. "I need a goodnight kiss."Suddenly there was a nearly naked bundle of very delightful femininity in my lap giving me the most sensual kiss I'd had for a long time."There, that should hold me until..." Jordan said with a big smile as she jumped up and ran back to her bedroom.Trish came back. He stood with his back to me, about six feet tall, lean, with blond clean cut hair. He was facing the bay window overlooking Sacramento St, his hand in his pocket, idly flipping what I presumed to be his cell phone. He was wearing charcoal slacks over his slim hips and tight ass, black leather loafers, and a dark green collared shirt over his broad shoulders, his sleeves rolled over his sinewy forearms to reveal a light fuzz of hair. I stood in the doorway, one hand clutching the shoulder strap. Alison looked serious as cancer when she nodded in reluctant agreement."If I didn't know any better, I would swear he was a cute seven oreight year old girl."Aunty June seemed pleased with her daughters' evaluation. "I told youhe was too pretty to be a boy," she smugly reminded them. I was flooredwhen they all sincerely commented on what a beautiful little girl Imade! They seemed genuinely astonished by my altered appearance, andthey stood me in front of a mirror so I could see, too.I was. Down's Syndrome is not a crime." Some people act like it is. Like it reflects on my intelligence." One look at your test results will disprove that."Do you know what your IQ is?" Last time I checked, it was in the one-fifty's." Remarkable. And you don't want to go to college?" I got a full ride to Cal Tech." We know." But none of what they have to offer interests me."Katie paused to find the best way to phrase her thoughts. "I'm interested in how people think. What motivates them? What pushes.