In the bathroom sheran the water getting it hot. As the steam rose she breathed deep,allowing it to clear her head. She took come headache medicine,...andbrushed her teeth to get the taste of stale alcohol out of her mouth.The hot water stung her flesh and turned her creamy skin pink. Shesoaped her body, and rubbed her skin feeling the life come back to herhead. She washed her hair and grabbed the razor to shave her legs. Therazor glided over her skin, her hand sliding along her legs making. It was hard to tell though because she was as unsexual as you can get! While she hadn’t admitted anything to us, we were guessing that she was either gay or possibly leaning towards transgender. For formal events she tended to dress like a man with suit pants and jacket. She also never shaved her legs, which were only moderately hairy. But I guess when you aren’t getting out much, you work with the only material you have!I was getting ready to head into the bedroom when I heard the bathroom. Maxwell's classroom. It wasn't long before the door opened, but it seemed like forever.Diane was first out of the door. Rebecca had a questioning look on her face and a thumb up. Diane flashed her daughter a big smile and nodded. The crowd relaxed noticeably.The next out the door were the members of the School Board. The first, a portly man in his 50's, stopped at Rebecca, noting the interplay between her and her mother and their resemblance, and coming to the logical conclusion. "Is this your. She sucked me right off and then cuddled up to me again and went back to sleep. When we woke the next morning, Fran and I decided that we had better fill Gran in on our experience. We had breakfast and then sat in the lounge room with her. "Gran, we want to tell you something very important," said Fran. "Ian and I have had a previous relationship when I was over at his home a few weeks ago. We decided together that we were meant for each other. We don't want to leave you out, Ian knows that you.