I made a flirtatious eye contact with her with a small smile. She smiled back at me for two seconds and changed her attention to the TV. Now I smiled ...ittle heavy with my lips moving side to side. I also changed my focus from her face to her left breast. She got it….She got it…She got it man….She stopped watching TV and now trying to get up but I gestured her to stay calm in the same position. I took my right hand and cupped her left boob mostly with my palm. Oh man! I remember this boob. I. So I said nothing. Well - what would you have done?After all this had been some thirty and odd years ago and she was a month or so pregnant with our first son at the time. What would raking things up do or solve after all this time, other than perhaps to satisfy my curiosity. Interesting to contemplate that at the time, knowledge of what had happened might well have led to us parting. Now it would probably be very different as I had become curious as to what drove married couples who either had. Walk around the room for me and Paige. Good girl. Sway those hips,faggot. Swing your purse. This is what you are wearing to schooltomorrow. This is what you are wearing when you eat with the rest ofthe sixth-grade girls at lunch. This is what you are wearing to each ofyour classes. This is what you are wearing in front of mom when you getback from school. So she can see what you are. Good girl. Now, holdyour shoulders back and walk in your pretty high heels. Push out yourlittle prissy chest.. It was ... enough. At least for the present.As a result, there was no more sexual play that night. Instead, there were deep, detailed conversations about what each of the twins was feeling, and how those differences should be dealt with in their quest to fool the world into believing that each was who they appeared to be.Eventually, Craig drifted off to sleep.Which gave Sherry and Carly a chance to speak privately, more or less.It was still odd, looking into that male face, but Sherry was.