I know that there would be a lot of drinking going on and the course was 45 minutes from our home. I told her that I would take her and pick her up be...ause I did not want her getting in a car with someone that was drinking. She said she could get a ride there from one of her friends. She got picked up around 8:30 in the morning I never saw who was driving the van that picked her up.I got a call from her around 9:00 that night and I could tell that she had way too much to drink. She said they. Knowing that it might be helpful in my hiring, I wished there was atleast one recommendation from a male employer, but I didn't have one. I really did want this job. Last year, when my wife and I talkedabout letting me live as a woman and what that would mean to ourrelationship I desired to still be close to her, even if it meant achange in how we were with each other. If I could get a job as hernew boyfriend's maid then we could still sort of be together even ifit meant that she was his. It was as if she had seen a ghostJanice had been sexually abused by her dad on a regular basis when shewas a child. By coincidence, her father's name was Jonathan Smith the3rd. He would always start the abuse session by proclaiming"I am Jonathan Smith the 3rd" in a swaggering manner, indicating to herthat he was invincible.When Jon used this phrase, it triggered something inside her brain andshe was back to her childhood. However, what put her in her own personalhell was the conversation that. We introduced our selves. Jean ask if he would like a beer. She got one out of the small cooler we had brought with us. This required her to raised up above the water. She stood turned around and walked over to him and sat down. My mind was going eighty miles an hour but I just laid my head back and relaxed. The bubbles were making so much noise I couldn't hear what talking about. every so often I would take a look over toward them. They were both on their second beer and now hands were under.