”“What have you told them about me?”“Everything. Except that you’re a T-girl. I left that part out.”“Thanks for respecting my privacy.�...“I think at some point we should tell them.”“Why?” Mae asked. “What business is it of theirs? I have no interest in the details of their genitalia. Why would they need to know about mine?”“If it should come out, years down the road, they might feel deceived. How about we agree to cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, I’m not saying anything.”“Fair. It is the first time that Bert has touched me since he finished tying my last ankle. His touch is light, feathery, and I wait for more. I am not disappointed. He runs his fingers down my back over my shoulder blades, down either side of my spine, to the curve of my buttocks. There, he spreads his fingers and lays his palms flat on my cheeks. Gently, firmly, he squeezes them for a few seconds, almost a massage but not quite. I feel my ass being pulled apart slightly in response to the pressure. Additionally, a question I had the test administrator insert regarding whether any sex had ever occurred between them had negative results. I breathed a sigh of relief but then thought, ‘What do I do now? Can I still live with her and her obvious lack of love and respect for me?’ I guess it was time to sit down and talk with her to see where we were going. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ That evening I called Mary’s place and asked to speak to Flo. ‘Well, its about time.’ Mary responded. ‘I. And Donna would sure appreciate having a friend in classwith her.She glanced at the clock. Two hours before her appointment at the healthcenter. God, she dreaded that! But she supposed she needed to take careof herself. And pacify Brad in the bargain. But the idea of seeing aGynecologist was completely surreal.Well, no sense obsessing over it. She picked up a course catalog andlistlessly started leafing through it, looking for classes she'd need toregister for to follow Smithfield's.