There has been too much of that lately, and I think it is time for some punishment."Linda sat back on her heels, and looked at Bill a little warily."I...don't think we will move to corporal punishment yet," Bill continued. "I think a chore would be more appropriate this time. You can clean it up with your mouth."Susan and Hanna gasped as they looked at their mom expectantly to see what she would do.Linda closed her eyes and shook with the impact and implications of his words. She would suck her. "Dad,I'm a grown woman. Would you rather me get this kinda knowledgefrom some stranger?" Again my daughter had a good point. She continued, "If you're too shy to tell me, maybe you canshow me/" She fell on her back and as I watched in awe shespread her legs, giving me full view of her wonderful,red-haired cunt, just like our mother did that precious night. I couldn't fight anymore. I leaned down and raised my daughter's nightgown. My nosedescended into her crack, sniffing out. Purely outof instinct, because she was right and I was deeply ashamed. Yes, Ihad been wearing my mother's clothes, but I wasn't ready to admit tomyself or anyone else that I really wanted to be a woman. Sure, Ithought about it. As a matter of fact, I thought about it constantly,but I always wrote it off as some weird fantasy. Fantasies aren'tsupposed to come true. That's what makes them different than goals andaspirations. I certainly didn't aspire to be a woman. I was happybeing a boy. . The trained people went to work on Martin immediately. They were going to transport him to University Community Hospital because they had a heart center there. Glenda said she wanted to go with him, but I convinced her to get dressed and we would all go.Meanwhile, Mickey had called the 911-control room to hear that they had better things to do than to worry about some loser at a trailer park. That was the wrong thing to do. Mickey called her dad and told him to meet her with the Sheriff at the.