She takes a seat at the bar, and to no surprise, it doesn’t take long before someone approaches her.The man, muscular with light brown hair sits dow... next to her. “Excuse me? I don’t mean to pry, but are you waiting for someone?” He is wearing jeans and a sweater, certainly nothing of her caliber.And still she expected some kind of cheesy line, but he doesn’t even seem to be trying. It doesn’t matter because she is at the bar for one specific reason. “Sort of,” she says.“Is he running late?”. Much to Helens surprise he rapidly learned how to sit and cross his legslike a lady. He could do it now like it was a lifelong habit. It wasThursday evening during his aerobics when his tuck came undone. That wasthe excuse Helen had waiting for. She had him recline on their bed, shesnuggled up next to him and gently pushed his testicles up their path ofdecent so they appeared to be undescended.She next pulled his penis back, held it there while she formed hiswrinkly sack so it covered his. Mum, I want to be part of your experience in a way that accepts and affirms what you’re living. I don’t want to be a voyeur, but if you never have anyone wandering around the house who knows what you all are, I think you might start to feel hurt. I want to salute you. I wish there was a way we could have something like a wedding reception, but how many people are ready for this?” “Ali thinks Susan will be okay, but we don’t anticipate telling your Auntie Mary very soon.” “So do you think Dad. "He smiled. "Good idea, Alice." I'll be back as soon as--" Take your time."I smiled. "Thanks, Pete."As I strode by Brenda's work station, she gave me a sympathetic look,assuming, I supposed, that I'd been fired. I smiled at her and shelooked away. I almost laughed at her discomfort. Let her think what shewants, I told myself. She'd know the truth soon enough.As I rode the elevator to the first floor, I took the tissue-wrappeddildo from my purse and deposited it in the nearest trash.