Had an attention span shorter than her skirt. She was unable to talk about anything beyond fashion, celebrity lives and her work as a glamour model. T...e latter might have been interesting ... but wasn’t. He’d always despised people who merely nodded and said ‘uh huh’ when someone was talking but they weren’t really listening, but he knew that his polite smile was becoming strained and he was aware that he wasn’t really listening any more. He didn’t see Siobhan seated at a table across the. Understand, he didn't look anywhere near the way he does now. Thatwas before facial surgery gave him that mixed expression, bothwide-eyed innocence and pixie curiosity. Then again, it's nearlytwo years since we started soaking him in estrogen and progestin,more of it than we needed to become women. And T-blockers ofcourse. Now this will surprise him I suspect, because I've nevertold him, but he's also been on tranquilizers. Lots of them, sohe'd never feel the least bit worried or anxious. Mom hesitated, then answered in an excited voice."Yes, I used to as a young girl" she replied as she continued to slide her fingers in and out of her sopping wet hole."I was so horny when I was young that I couldn't keep my hands out of my panties. That was till I got caught by my mother. I was so severely punished that I never did it again. Well, till I was married and had you that is. Then it was only for a short period of time."Why only a short time?" I asked now very interested in her. Suit coat, tie, shirt, belt, shoes, socks, slacks—all tossed aside. I was standing there in my boxers—and my watch. She had overlooked that. I pulled it off and tossed it on the sofa. “Not there,” she said. "That’s where you are to sit." She moved the watch and I sat. She picked up the remote—the one to our sound system—and started the music playing. It was unfamiliar to me, but the sultry jazz sure fit the mood. In the light of the candles, Amie faced me and slowly pulled the gown off her.