He started to lecture her about "art for art's sake,"but decided, instead, to approach the topic from Anne's more na?ve pointof view. "You mean what ...oes it mean, as it what's the meaning, or themoral, of the story?"She smiled. "Exactly." Well," he began, "there is a certain openness in the interpretation of awork of art--even a copy such as this--but my patron's intent, inreplacing the female figures in the series he's commissioned me to paint,with a shemale--I mean, a transwoman--" Anne had. That was because I knew from reading the future's history books that a golden era was in front of the later part of the nineteenth century. There was no such guarantee for the twenty-sixth. And finally, there was a giant benefit in all this for me personally, in that I was able to satisfy my wanderlust in two different places, in two different times.It soon became second nature to me to switch roles when I switched eras. I was as comfortable as an explorer and advisor to a queen in the future,. She asked: "Can I call you hunny and I would like you to call me hunny too". She then put her arm on the back of the couch and asked me: "I know I am your grandmother, but can I kiss you hunny?" She leaned over me and planted a nice kiss on my cheek, then my lips. I liked it and I put my arm around her neck and gave her a kiss back. She then said: "Hunny, I know you're only thirteen but I would like for us to love each other, but in a different way." I kind of knew what she might be getting at.. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. She resumed her position.He took a moment to marvel at the image.This girl used to be one of his best friends. They had always playfully argued with another and had joked about spanking as a punishment for all her many misdeeds and mishaps with guys. Now here she was.He reached under her to squeeze a breast. She moaned at that and closed her eyes.“Ready?” he said.She bit her lip and nodded.He brought his hand up and she sucked in air and held.