And if they don't vote for them, they'll have to vote for you."We sipped our tea and chatted some more. It was late afternoon. I wasgetting hungry and...I'd done nothing about dinner."Say, do you want to go out for dinner?" Tess asked me."Sure. But I'd better go back to being Simon." No, Harriet. Stay as you are. If Harriet is to stand for election, toput her name and face up in lights then she can't be afraid of going outto a restaurant. Besides, you are quite convincing and very feminine."I. Next we met Uncle Aaron. He was thinner and taller than Uncle Ambrose, but not as tall or as thin as Dad or I were. The process was pretty much the same as it had been with Ambrose, except quieter. Uncle Aaron did not strike me as much of a talker. He did smile at me when we shook hands though.Grandfather McKesson. Andrew Jackson McKesson. 'Bull' McKesson.I had heard a lot of things about my Grandfather. One thing I absolutely knew, even before meeting him for the first time, before ever. First meeting me number dena was shocking for me because laga ladies he to pakka nahi degi but havas se shikhaar to sabhi ho jate he aur usne mujhe notice bhi kiya us wakat to luckly mil gaya.Fir ham donone ek dusre ko bye bola. Ushi rat ko mahne use messager me hi text kiya. Uska reply next day ko aaya. Fir ham ek dusre ke sath bat karne lage. Pach din continously bat karne ke bad hum boots hi hasi majhe karne lage. Aur fir hum dono ne ek dusre ko call karke phone pe bate karne lage. Ab vo. . well, empty, for a man. I ranmy hand over it - it felt empty, too. I felt like a girl, wearing men'spants. Still hardly believing that I am going to spend my entire tripback like this, I grabbed my bag, and we were out in the heat of thetropical sun, with my heart beating faster than usual.Every movement now was sexually stimulating. I moaned a bit climbing intoa taxi - bending and sitting down became a sexually charged ordeal. Theroad to the airport was spent in a fog, feeling my privates.