You're naked, too." You don't expect me to get your warm, wet milk all over my clothes, do you?" No," I answered contritely. "No, of course not. Sorry..." You talk too much. Little milk cows don't talk. They just moo. Why don't you try that, instead." She reached below me and put her smooth, warm palm against the lower portion of my right breast."Moo," I said. I made it short, simple. But then I burst into a fit of giggles. Every time I started getting my overactive sense of humor under control,. At school I found myself learning to skip, playing netball in a short skirt, joining in doing handstands against the wall, joining in talking about makeup and clothes. I soon found that I could no longer relate to the boys I had known at junior school. They had grown interested in sports and cars whereas all I knew about was lipstick and soap operas.I was treated more and more as a girl by everybody, eventually ending up wearing skirts and dresses outside school as my female wardrobe built up. She still cut a dashing figure in spite of her age and having two children. Lord Henry was lucky to have such a fine woman in his bed. With his passing, she would be available. And he intended to take full advantage of her, starting with today. “Sit down Lady Charlotte. Can I get you something to drink? Maybe some tea?”“Thank you Lord Bishop, but no, I’m fine.” Charlotte sat down in front of his desk, her chair situated away from the desk, his eyes scanning her with interest. She never before. I wanted to go left but I was on the right side of him, and he paced me as I sped up and slowed down. He was good, hell, he’d never been this good before. The man had held back. I saw an opening and went for it to cut him off, but he lunged forward And I jerked right to avoid him. I overcorrected and cut across two lanes, hopped the curb at the split, tore up grass, and popped down to cut off another three lanes. I pulled into the parking lot of a church, my heart hammering. The car skidded to.