Smelled the incense.It had been a long time since she'd been in a church. She was conscious of the inappropriateness of her summer dress, with its bar... shoulders and too-high hem. It was too warm to wear panties. The church ladies had stared at her.But it was so hot in the sanctuary; a line of perspiration gathered at the base of her neck, under her short red hair, and ran, tickling, down her spine.She hadn't taken her eyes off the priest throughout the mass, in case intense concentration would. Let's see here. Gotta get the horses back in front of the wagon."First he had her lay two of the poles along the ground and cross the ends. "What you want is to lash those poles together. Kind of like the way you dressed my wound. That piece there is my arm and that other is my chest and neck. There, that's it. Across and around, just like that."In short order Mary had the two uprights and the cross piece lashed together. She had no idea, however, how to get them to stand up so she could hang. We all headed back to our rooms long before Mr Lloyd and the children came home. At about 10pm, after Mr Lloyd and the children had gone to bed, I snuck out to see how much more Steve had done. He was still working hard when I reached the back lawn, and it all looked magical. There was fake snow all over the lawn, fairy lights amonst the trees along with masses of silver tinsel and gold baubles. The trees were even topped with glittery stars. ‘Wow, Steve. This looks incredible.’ Steve smiled.. He then told me that he started to slowly crossdress in his wife’s cloths while she went shopping or just visiting friends. The more he dressed up the more he enjoyed dressing up and feeling feminine. He always knew he was at the very least bisexual but was never able to live out his want to be with another man. That said he started to wear women’s clothing in the house with is wife at home. Well that was the start to his marriage going down hill, resulting in his divorce. I said I was happy.