“I need you to get on your knees and face the window,” Casey’s voice is low and husky.This is a change in him, but not one that Jessica didn’t...already anticipate. Last night, all throughout their sexual escapades, they talked about all things sex. They discussed fantasies and what they meant with Jessica dropping little hints here and there, planting the seeds in his mind. Already, one of those seeds seems to be bearing fruit.Pulling her legs up, Jessica lets the sheet that has been covering. ..intriguing. My examination was abruptly curtailed by a loudknock at the door."Just a minute," I said, quickly readjusting my clothes. "OK, youcan come in now."It was Hannah, and she was carrying clothing, a make-up kit, and apair of high heels."Who are those for?" I asked, already suspecting the answer."They're for you," she said, placing them on the bed. "Unfortunatelyyou don't have time to get used to your own transformation just yetbecause you need to be there to help others with theirs.". No one would laugh, except when they were being silly. Then they would laugh until their stomachs hurt. The friendship grew. They became closer and closer. Chats became text. And the text became all day conversations. It took right at years’ time for him to realize that he’d developed romantic feeling for her. They had decided that they’d never lie to each other. Full disclosure was not needed. But what they did say would always be the absolute truth. So, he told her. He was falling in love. It was a picture of a topless guy. He was definitely ripped, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs. Tight ones that clung to his package.And it was very big. I swallowed. Ken was much bigger than my husband, and I chided myself for even making the comparison. Below it, a comment said, “Yeah thought I return the favor, just to prove that I’m not some middle aged weirdo. Stupid vee fingers too!Instead of being shocked, I found myself smiling. I shook my head and headed out.* * *I can’t believe it.