Friday morning, Stephanie had driven off to school. She had worn her dark suede high heeled boots, short Levi cut-off jeans, blue and white plaid long...sleeve wool shirt, and wide brimmed Stetson. Jenny watched her throw her back pack onto the passenger seat, climb up into the driver's seat and put on her Dolce & Cabana dark glasses.When Stephie left, she barely avoided a collision with the black one-ton ram crew cab just pulling in. Jenny ran upstairs to hide. Joe went to the door and answered. .It was a dick.... A GHOST dick!It spoke in that warbling voice all ghosts use:"Mi-i-ichael! I'm the ghost of your maaanhooood!Yoooooou muuuuuuuuurdered meeeeeeeee!"A well-aimed book hit the florescent dildo,snapping the string it hung from"I know you're down there, Phyllis!"A woman in pajamas stood upMichelle sighed, "Oh Honey..... I know you hated my transitioning,and don't understand that I HAD to. But can't we discuss thisin the morning? Like grown-ups?. I told her that it wasn’t better or worse, just different. Long story short, she finally asked me how long I was going to grieve for him. I started telling her about high school and how we’d been in love since our sophomore year. She had a few tears when I was finished telling her that.” She paused to wipe her eyes again. “THIS is what shocked me ... She told me that she was sure that her dad wouldn’t want me to stay unhappy for the rest of my life and that he would want me to find another man. Tangled neurons and twisted heat unwinding and recombining as the rush consumes you. Racing heart. Thundering blood. Untamed fire.When I eventually slide out and the gusset of your knickers snaps back to contain our flow – another pair ruined – I release you and scoop you in my arms. You smell of summer heat and untold promise and I want to devour you.Carrying you to the king-size bed, I lay you down and let you wriggle to its centre. While I observe your heaving chest, your smile and.