Now it's pitch black ... can't see your hand in front of your face dark, and drizzling rain and maybe a little sleet in the mix. The sea is rough as a...l get out and we still don't have a breeze."Wendy? What did you do?" I asked."I don't know," she complained.She ran below and grabbed our rain gear.I heard the kids."Mom? What did you do?" they both asked."Oh sure, blame me," she replied."Mom ... you're the one with the watch." Art said."Yeah, mom," Ink agreed.She came back to the wheel and took. "Do you want to wear girl's clothes, Mike?" Mom asked.Mike's eyes lit up as he nodded, "Yes, I'd really really like to." OK, Mike, then I think we need to set up a meeting with a counselor inorder to decide what is best for you and for the whole family," Dadconcluded. "In any case it's time for you to leave for school."Mike got his knapsack with his books and left to meet Tammy and Diane.When he got to Diane's house Tammy was already there and they said, "Hi,how are you?"Mike filled them in on. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me tenderly. My breath was no longer my own. He had come to possess me and all that I was or could be. The skirt of my soaked dress clung to my thighs. He peeled it back and lifted it over my waist. My thin panties were torn away with a quick movement of his hand. He hovered over me holding himself up by the strength of his outstretched arms. I was his willing captive. He drew my hands together and held them above my head. His other hand fumbled with. At nine years old it was obvious that she was going to grow up into a knock-out, she was a cute kid. Her long, blond hair topped her wiry, tanned frame. Because it was late at night when I would watch her, I had to put Jen to bed. She had these pajamas she wore to bed that were tiny shorts and a little tank top, and she always changed into them in her room quickly and quietly. Wed sit around for another hour or two watching television before I would send her to bed. By that time she was always.