But he's been dashing in here and out of here, bugging Betty and me about where you were all bloody week nearly. Little shit, didn't even stop to buy ... drink."George never had been too enamoured with my brother-in-law either. But then, Bernie was nearly always short of ready cash, and very rarely could afford to buy a drink even when he did call in the pub."Fucking short of cash I suppose, and his bookie is probably after him again. Yeah, I'll bet he's lost all his bleeding readies on the. "Mom?" I whispered when I approached her.She looked up at me. Then, embarrassed, she looked away."I can't be in the same room as your father right now," she said without smiling.I didn't blame her. The lottery ticket had instigated an argument that had involved more yelling than what was normal for them. My mom was pissed that her husband was wasting money on lottery tickets, and then bitching at her for wasting money on clothes. Then they started talking about things which were not directly. It was getting late but the desires were building to uncontrollable levels and I soon found myself at my computer sending a quick e-mail to a past date.Being the hour was getting late and I had not heard from this young man in a long while I figured it was pretty safe to send it then rub one out fantasizing what the night could have been like. Sex with him before was OK, not great but OK, I felt he was somewhat put off by having sex with a Transvestite and when my cock popped out it was like he. .is my command."With a silky elegance that spoke clearly of sensuality's promise, theultra feminized version of Ethan seductively purred, "All right, sowhat do you want to talk to me about?"Drawing the fingernails of her right hand up along the run of thatlesbian lover-girl of hers inner thigh as a precursor of things tocome, Amber impishly intoned, "I'm sorry, Ginger. I just told a fib.While I really do want to talk to you, there's something else I'drather do first."As she felt the apex of.