Her trim figure did not need a lot of top hamper to become noticeable, volume and size were not the critical features. Her posture, her carriage, her ...ttitude were… she was an integrated girl, and prominent breasts were not something she flaunted, they were simply a part of her. She blended the total package quite smoothly and the overall effect – outside her view, I’m sure – would be like an electric shock to the right man. It was to me. That first night together when I had helped her off with. My core identity was female! It' notjust that I dressed like a woman, I reveled in it. It's not just that Ihad classic female tendencies, like nurturing, nest building, and wantingto help out, I loved doing those things. Maybe I was a ridiculously old-fashioned stereotype, but I longed to be romantic, yielding, and demure.I wanted to be playful, not commanding, vulnerable, not forceful,seductive and charming and powerful and demanding. Behaving that way, atleast in my fantasies, made me feel. But he obediently took his seat. I asked him anyway, "Are you Catholic?" He smiled. "That's a funny sort of question to ask somebody." "Lots of people are Catholic," I replied. "Are you?" "No." "I was raised Catholic," I told him. "I respect Catholicism quite a bit, actually," he answered. "But I'm not religious or anything." "What do you respect about it?" I pressed. "Well, like, when I was in 11th grade I taught myself the 'Hail Mary'. I was kind of attracted to the Mariology thing." . I've transferred all my patients to another practice and forwarded files to patients that wish to choose someone else."You made me rich, Brian - so rich I never have to even think about working again. So I'm not. We need to have a long heart-to-heart talk about where we three see this going," she spread her arms to include me and Colleen."Colleen already knows that I'm retiring. If you still want to make the boat trip, and you are open to company, I want to travel with you, and maybe Colleen.