"Come on then, finish it." Was he serious? "Come on man, let it be" my neighbour said, but he was relentless. "Come on, drink it." I had no choice. I ...tarted drinking again. After puking two more times I managed to finish it. "There you go!" He said. "Good job!" He slapped me in the back, laughing. I was laughing too, glad to finally get his approval. He introduced me to the rest of the group, apparently I was one of the guys now, which made me feel better. "This is Harry, Peter and Franz. And. We decided to go dancing after dinner. Harriett and I never go dancing. Close bodily contact upsets her. The wives in the group took turns dancing with me instead, as the husbands did with Harriett. Several of the wives dragged me onto the dance floor for slow numbers, and made sure to hold themselves tight against me. Soon, they were taking turns, every one of them feeling the protuberance between my legs, rubbing themselves the right way. Not that I'd get the chance to do any more than that,. I went and helped because that’s what sisters do. When I said that to Estelle she smiled at me and leaned down to kiss my cheek. As we worked together I saw that the benches and the kitchen table had all been wiped down. The benches had been tidied, too. I think she’d been up for a while and she’d been cleaning things. I think she was in a really good mood because she was humming to herself as she cooked.As each pancake was cooked we added it to a small pile that was in the oven to keep warm. I. . I mean it's like he'smore like a girl than a boy?" Darla finally said. Kelly gulped - visibly. "Im afraid.. he does act that waysometimes." She stammered. "Maybe we should let him be what hefeels inside when he is at home. Well, I mean if he reallyfeels more like a girl." She suggested. They both stared at each other for a long moment and thenDarla spoke again. "We don't know how he really feels, do we?"She said. "No, I suppose not. Shall we talk with him this afternoon, doyou think?".