Until then, pretending for my husband and climaxing with him about it was the next best thing.After 5 full working days and still no flagrant advances...from Mr. Taylor, I couldn't stand it anymore. All I could think about was Mr Taylor fucking me. And when I expressed my desire to my husband, he would get all excited and start fucking me while I was telling him about it. Fantasy fucking JT (James) everynight without actually fucking him at all had me wound up tighter than Gloria Steinem's. I had my haircut and styled, nail extensions added and just a bit if waxing on my upperlip. It was enlightening to be inside a salon as a customer; the way thewomen talked about their guys, houses, girlfriends and so on was veryrevealing. It was a side of women I had no idea existed! But, as I satthere, I began to wonder about my grandfather. How would he react to mychange? Could he accept it without rancor? Could he accept me? I had neverseen him, not once, yet I knew, that he knew, that my. To practice, when I use the phone, sometimes, I use my femm voice.I slept well again that night and woke in the morning with.Sunday.While waiting for sleep to come I came to realize I was worryingabout nothing. No one around here knew me. I knew I was a prettylooking girl and people usually see what they are familiar with. If Ilook like a girl, they see a girl. I should have seen that years ago.I guess what set me thinking was all the people from yesterdayhonking and waving, and that guy. He impressed Matt as being a good golfer and an interesting person.After golf Betty and Bill excused themselves as they had to go somewhere. Steve wondered if Matt wanted to have lunch together and Matt agreed. In a restaurant not far from the course they talked about golf and life in general. Matt gave Steve a capsule version of what he had been doing in his travels. Matt said that after he visited his daughter Julie and her husband he would head back to Joliet and probably stop in Vegas for a.