In case you missed my subtle hint: I’m Ron and my wife is Laurie. We both work in the finance field. I’m a Financial Advisor with a national firm,...and Laurie works for a regional accounting firm. No children yet. The crux of the problem is that my wife was seduced while on a business trip about six months ago. The son-of-a-bitch who got into her pants went to college with us, we both knew him. The details of their coupling aren’t especially important, that it happened at all was. And imagine. Took me a while to figure that out though.Over a period of months I began to lose my clothes. First my jeans, then my blouse and for a long time it was just panties and singlet. I never wore a bra because I had no tits. not just little tits, none at all. Then I was down to just a singlet and poor Brian used to freak out a bit knowing my cunt was naked under the covers. His jeans used to irritate my cunt a bit so I finally managed to get him to take them off. Then it was a battle to get him to. I'd chosen this particular unit because it had a view of both the North Shore mountains and English Bay. It came with a price tag, but my needs were simple. One bedroom with a den that I could use as an office, a compact kitchen (I'm not much of a cook), a full-sized bathroom and a large living room with a window-wall and balcony facing north-west.We were well into the "rainy season" in Vancouver, but it beat the hell out of the snow and cold winds of the east. It wasn't the most convenient. ..again," I said. "You either continue living asEmily or you come clean with everyone about being Bobby. It's yourdecision, Emily." But the school will know," he pleaded again. "The school will have ourrecords from before." Mom has our transferred stuff from before. It's in her desk. There's anenvelope for each of us with our names on them. I'll just stick labels onthem over our names and you can be "Emily" at school.....if that's whatyou want." I waited for him to think it over for a little.