.. and I couldn't. I couldn't let you know. I had to protect you from that hurt. I had to hold it all together for you."I was hurt ... I was scared. G...d, Sis, I was so scared. I was going to screw it up, I knew it. Yeah I was mad at Dad ... I wasn't ready to take care of you, I wasn't ready to take care of me ... and after the non-stop emotional road-wreck of that funeral, I was right on the edge of panicking and running, I mean full-blown losing it, and Eddie sat me down and gave me a good. She was not wearing her bikini bottom. She slid her shorts down her long tanned slender legs until they were at her ankles and came out of them easily, throwing them over my truck's bedside. The sensual pleat perfectly formed between Jess's legs hid what was inside them. Her personal divide folded in on itself to form a line that was evenly vertical. I loved that about her. Jess, in all her nakedness, crawled down to my level and pulled the string tying my swim shorts to my waist. Wrapping her. She stood and walked away. She undid her pants and let them drop to her feet. Having nothing else on, her wet pussy and shapely ass were now exposed. Sarah had told me on more than a few occasions that the way I looked at her body gave her chills and turned her on. “It is a hungry look,” she had told me. “When I see that look on your face I know that you want me. I like that I make you feel that way.” Sarah enjoyed showing me her body and walked around, letting me see all of her delicious. You'd be amazed at the opportunities that arise for a TS. Through all of this I never left my fem side and weekends and evenings Idressed up at home in Janine's now extensive wardrobe. I never evenconsidered venturing out. At that time C/D's and TV's were looked upon asweirdo queers and subject not just to ridicule but arrest and worse.Then something happened that changed my entire outlook on life. I hadmoved to the west coast and lived close enough to Hollywood to do a lot ofshopping.