I’d uncovered another weakness with her. She was evermore normal with each discovery, and more enchanting for it.The cordless phone saved me when it...trilled into life.“Hello?”“Why don’t you answer your phone?” an irate Peter asked.“In case it slipped by you, I am answering my phone,” I pointed out pleasantly.“Not this phone. Your cell phone.”“I lost it.”“Again? Where?”Did he understand how Kafkaesque this conversation was becoming? “If I knew that, it wouldn’t be lost.”“Oh. Right. I’ll get you. Sounds weird, huh - a husband doing his wife's hair and makeup - while she prepares to go out to whore? What kind of man does THAT?? Of course, the answer is, NO kind of MAN! But a sissy boi? Ohhh YEAH!Dani told me later that it was around that time that she realized she had married a bakla - which is what they call homosexuals in her country, but she didn't realize that her husband was more than just a bakla - but a full fledged LADYBOI!Soon just dressing up in heels and lipstick wasn't. Cupping my right breast he kissed my ever sensitive nipple and I instantly felt the sensation travel straight down. He motioned me to lie down on the bed, my legs hanging over the side. He knelt on the floor and placed himself between and he began to kiss and lick his way up my thigh, the anticipation of where his tongue was heading nearly tipping me over the edge.His tongue explored me, finding my nerve clustered tip. Sucking and licking, his tongue lapping at my juice. Then he stood up, bent. " Oh," Lynn said."So tell me all about it."And Lynn did.# # #"Your honor, the state calls Mr. Sam Trainor."Lynn watched Mr. Sam walk up to the witness stand, tall and erect. Theprosecutor began his questioning. Mr. Sam really was an attractive man,and today, he did not seem at all like the sad, end-of-life depressivethat Lynn had known for months at Reliable. Lynn was so happy for Mr.Sam, and for all those who loved him. And for Reliable Contractors, whichapparently was thriving again, now.