Liz went on "Sweetheart, what I meant was there's no way I can explain why your Uncle and I did ... what we did. I don't think you could understand wh...t I was feeling."Kathy burst out "I masturbated while I watched you!"Liz was thunderstruck. Until she remembered that she lost her cherry when she was Kathy's age. Thinking back, she realized it was possible that Kathy COULD understand the lust that raged through her mother that afternoon. She looked at her daughter. "And how did that make you. I was just a normal, average youngster. Playing sports and looking at girls. I can’t remember what my friend’s and I were doing that day, probably all just sitting around and talking. Then someone brought up the name “Maggie.” I didn’t know it yet, but “Maggie” would change my life forever. There had long been rumors about a lady that lived near us that used to be a man. Of course I didn’t, couldn’t believe it. It seemed so impossible back then, at that age. Yet, for some reason, I began to. So I said nothing. "A package come for me?" On the front hall table," I replied. She suddenly looked startled and looked me up and down, and staredat me questioningly, but said nothing.I grinned. "Yes, I did sign for it, Brenda. The delivery manseemed to think I was a woman, at first. Then at the end he saw Iwas a man. I should have worn makeup I think."She just stood there looking at me, wide-eyed. "If you like," shesaid.That may have been a mistake, I thought to myself. No. It’s really bothering you, this death of your friend.”“It’s not just that, Andreas. It’s that I hurt so many people close to me over the last year.”“Being a teenager is hard, Steve, I know. But life will go on — and so must the deliveries. The orders are ready. Please make the usual pickups as well.”I grabbed the bags and put them in the delivery saddlebags on my bike and pedaled off. I made the deliveries and the usual pickups. They weren’t ready at what I assumed was the brothel. I waited in.