"I'm sorry, Ella. But a gentleman doesn't tell."To tell you the truth I had no idea if a gentleman did or not; but itseemed like the right thing to sa... at the moment. Besides, my sex lifewas my sex life. I'll be damned if I was going to reveal every littlesordid detail of my first romp in the hay with a woman just to satisfysomebody else's voyeurism. And that is what it really was - Ella'svoyeurism. I totally understood her voyeurism of course on two levels:one I had been a female for over. We got my husband to the bed and without thinking I climbed up on the bed to pull while my son who was stronger than me picked up most of his dads weight and allowed me to pull him onto the bed. Now I saw Rickie looking down my top while I crawled backwards with his dad. At this point I was already ignoring his stares so I figured that I’d let it go for the night.After Rickie had left the room I got a hand mirror from the master bath and did a little check. I looked in the mirror and saw that. At the start there is a lot of outrage. It builds and builds, but then after a while, everybody is sick and tired of it. After that, if you keep pushing, you start building sympathy for the person you are tormenting. ‘Can’t they leave that poor man alone?’, that sort of thing. Newt is going to keep pushing this long past the expiration date!” I told him.“I’ll see what I can do.”“Here’s something else to tell people. You know and I know, Newt ain’t the only fellow in Congress to have fooled. Well, I'm sorry, but that's still outside therealm of what anyone can reasonably expect a nineteen-year-old to dealwith, that's just plain fucked-up. That just makes a mockery ofeverything; it's as if he--I'm sorry "she"--just doesn't give a shit howmuch embarrassment he's causing everyone else around him, mostsignificantly, yours truly.And he's supposed to love me, right? He always said he did, anyway. Ilove you, you're the most important thing in my life, etc etc.Yeah, right!Why the hell did.