Claire gave Danny a proud smile. ‘Unless you want those clothes to get soaked, take them off,’ Claire advised. Danny looked at her in surprise. �...�You’re getting in the tub Danny. You’re going to sit behind Jessica and brace her while she pushes,’ Claire told Danny. He paled and Claire chuckled. ‘You’re going to help me deliver your child,’ Claire said. Danny shook his head. ‘There isn’t room for me in there, but it’s mostly a waiting game now.’ Claire motioned towards the door that was. It was a perfect score orrepeat.Saying my name Sandra was the hardest ordeal. On the test I failed andhad to go back twice before it had been implanted in the audible part ofmy brain. It was better if I went slow, enunciated each word and althoughI didn't have a woman's soprano I did manage an alto tenor to alto voice.I sounded a bit like Kathleen Turner in some TV show I had seen. Thisneeds improvement I thought. By 3:30 I was outside (I missed lunch but you knew I would) tanningmyself yet. Yesterday, I caught a commuter flight from SD to CO. I was immediately struck by the appearance and demeanor of the Purser of the flight. She was fair-skined, lovely, stunning smile, and only slightly taller than I (my height is 5'9"). Her greeting was overwhelming and I felt more welcome than on any previous flight (I'm a 'road warrior').During out relatively brief flight, I engaged in a slightly forward, but tasteful, way. She responded well, though I believed it to be simple courtesy. The. He looked terrific standing there with the stark naked except for just the towel round his shoulders. I got him to follow me into the bedroom and then helped him to get dressed. I put him in a black bra, panties, stockings and suspenders and a clingy wool and lycra figure hugging dress. Then I sat him down infront of the dressing table and started to make up his face. As soon as the make up was on I put him in a dark shoulder length wig, brushed it and finished it off with a pair of black high.