A waste. He would customarily work himself into a lather of fury. When words were no longer hurtful enough, he would use his hands or belt or whatever...was convenient. Kicking and swinging in a rage, until he couldn't breathe. Until he tired himself out. Janice didn't know how to respond. How to keep him from erupting. It was all her fault or so she believed. She would cry and apologize profusely. She once asked him if he wanted to divorce her. That was a trigger, that Janice thought wise, to. Anyway, We can be friends if you want too?” Their walk paused.Kim beamed at the older girl feeling a sudden sensation.“You’d be my friend? Why your just ... so elegant!”Kate gazed at Kim; then kissed her lightly on the lips.“OK lets catch up with Guy!” laughed Kate and they both broke into a walk following Max.“How old are you?” asked Kate“fifteen,” lied Kim “ How about you?”“Eighteen,” lied Kate “ Have you been to The Lake yet.?”“Lake – why no; can you show me?”“Yes it’s not far actually but. “Room two ten,” she said, in answer to my inquiry about the type of counselor she was seeking. I pointed out the room and made my way down the corridor and my office, thinking she didn’t look like an alcoholic or drug abuser and she was much too young to be looking for marriage and family counselling. Just as I sat down behind my desk, she appeared in the doorway to my office. “I’m about thirty minutes early,” she said, spying the empty chair in my office. “Do you mind if I wait here?” I. I had worn female clothes in secret for years, a fact I did not disclose to my wife. I had no desire to dress for the first 7 years of marriage, and at the time I thought I was cured of what I though was something I maybe should not be doing?I worked shifts at the time, and was home alone with the dogs, with the wife being at work. Do not ask me why, but I had gone in her wardrobe for something? and for some reason took dress out and felt an overwhelming desire to put it on. That was it. The.