I reminded myself that she was too young and that I should be getting ready for today's journey.I noticed that I was having problems of my own and was...trying to figure out how to stand up without her noticing my current excited state. I figured that the safest was to wait for her to turn around completely before I did and then I would try to ease my way to my cot and dress. The denim in my jeans should, uncomfortably, mask my condition.It didn't work. As soon as I was half way up she turned. She told me she fucked someone. She even told me who,” after a deep sigh he concluded, “ask her the next time you see her. Ask her about Jeffrey Snyder.”Her father had nothing to say.Hilda, her mom, looked haggard, “Gary we just don’t know who to believe.”Her dad, Fred, put his hand on hers, “Hildy.”“It’s true Fred,” she said, “Things have been terrible, just awful. Since she got that partnership I don’t know. I wish I did.”“Tell me what you’ve seen,” Gary asked.Her father breathed a sigh of. The noise from the boathouse had been nonstop.Going inside, I could see why. Sean's yacht, The Other Shoe, was nearing completion. From what I could tell, there seemed to be a rush to finish something. Presently, Clayton Roberts, aka CR, came over. He was the man in charge of getting the yacht float worthy. I suspected he was well beyond that point.He said, "Miss Jo. Ye're looking fine. What can CR do for ye?"I answered, "How's she doing. She looks fit enough, though I have no eye for such. . well, in... 'trans' gressing social norms."Lisa continued. "Everyone in the neighborhood joins in. It's very much anexcuse to get together and have a good party!" she squealed. "It can bequite riotous, actually. Our husbands have grown to love these eventstoo!" Some found it awkward at first but grew to embrace our way with apassion," Mary interjected. She smiled with pride. "My Greg really took toit like a duck to water!"I was intrigued and puzzled. "What precisely does the club do? I'm.