Until now, when I feared the door opening, every time. These were mygirly days, my days of danger. Might Karen bring home my friends, myfamily, my co-...orkers? Might she post photos on my Facebook page for allto see?She laughed when she told me she might, when she invited me to writeabout the desperation I felt. Maybe that was my story. A writer who findshimself in dresses fears exposure. Would I write that? Would I read it?I did not put my wig on. Instead, I wrapped it into tiny pigtails. .. and quickly clamped down on the thought. Stay cool, I told myself. Tonight...March 10th 2008. A day that had a big red exclamation mark on it. March 9th had a big red X on it, as did most every day for the last year, all the way to March 10th 2007. One year worth of Xs. Seven exclamation marks in all that time. What a year.My wife and I had had a pretty low key sex life, I thought, even considering that we’d been married for six years. I’ve always been a bit of a hound-dog when it came to. Troy had kept busy with his work and all, andbesides phoning and letters, had not been back to see his family sincethen. His sister, with four k**s, couldn't really afford to visit eitherso there it was, ten years and now the k** was coming for a visit. It washis graduation gift and he was going to spend a month with his uncle. Troy wondered what he would do with the k**. Of course, he remembered, this wasn't a k** anymore, this was a grown teenager, head ofhis class, extremely good looking. Her figure looked great as she hurried along the sidewalk, and knowing that she was hurrying because I was to be there for her pleasure was really arousing! I went to the door and knocked, and Ron answered the door saying Jen had just gotten home, which of course I already knew because I had seen her outside. We wasted little time getting things started and headed to the bedroom where, being particularly horny, I quickly started to undress myself and Jen. I got between her legs in the.