"She nodded sadly, but I took her hand."I have something for you," I told her. "Ilsa had me write a letter to you, and she made me promise to give it ...o you afterward."I handed her the envelope and she started to open it. I stood to leave, not only to give her privacy but because I knew I'd start crying as soon as she started to read it.Katya took my hand and asked me to stay.I managed to avoid crying outright, but a tear sneaked down my cheek as Katya read her daughter's words. Mostly, I just. My aunt Helene came in. She was my father's sister. "Jessica, you lookamazing. Turn around." It was funny. As Dan, I had gained and lostweight a few times. I'd get the occasional "good work," but, withwomen, they asked you to turn around. I wasn't sure if it wasaffirmation or appraisal.My cousin Jordan was with her. He was five years younger than me anddoing his residency in neurosurgery at North Shore-LIJ on Long Island."Hey Jordan," it felt weird to be so much shorter than him. When. She locked thedoor behind us and had us follow her into the car. Automatically crossingmy legs and smoothing my skirt down as I sat, feminine gestures that I nowdid without thinking, we were driven through the city.Gazing out the window as we were driven, I heard soft moans from Renee andErica as they teased each others nipples over their dresses. A bare footnudging my inner thighs made me turn towards them, Renee's stocking cladfoot slipped under my dress and teased my pussy over my panties. I. Talking about boys and all that stuff, you know how teenage girls are right. That was when her brother Jamal called and said he was coming over. Jamal was 19 years old and in the Army also, but he lived on the fort in the barracks and was not around too much. He liked his freedom. Quita’s dad had made some phone calls while Jamal was away in training to get him stationed where they were.So Jamal is 19 like I said, pretty tall like 6’3” and really muscular. He played football and.