When we stopped we were outside a doctor's office, but it wasn't a doctors office it was a family therapist. She made me talk to the lady for a while ...nd then she talked to her alone. When we got back to the car I told my mom that I would try being a girl for a while if she would help me so no one would find out that I was a boy. Chapter 4I started school the next week as Jamie Carter not James, as I would have thought I would. When the day was over I had already made several new friends that I. She kept on refusing but when I said that I am very good in doing massage and will do it only for few minutes and will not see her back and if pain does not improve I will stop it immediately, then only she agreed hesitantly.Soon I was sitting by her side and massaging her back. She lifted her body up so that I could bring her T Shirt above her waist. She was feeling shy and stopped my hand from going up. I promised not to cross my limits. That was sort of victory for me as at last I was in MY. “W-we shouldn’t be doing this, we really don’t know each other that well.” Now sometimes no means no, but Anthony could tell right away that this was a “yes” no, so without any qualms he kissed her hard on the mouth and whispered.“We know each other well enough to make love.” With her resistance down to zero, he led her to the bed and slowly began undressing her.He turned her away from him and after unhooking the single catch at the top, he slowly lowered the zipper that hold the back of her. In fact, one thing Greg would often write on my wife's belly, just above her girdle, was: "Only whores and prostitutes wear girdles!" Then he would make her sign her name below the words, as if it were her own declaration (which, I suppose. unconsciously it was). It is a common entry in her diary.Perhaps it was the way she crossed her legs or a propensity to let stocking tops drift into view. Or perhaps it was a smile, or her laugh, or a seemingly harmless touch. I don't have Tony's obvious.