Oh what a deliciousrevenge, as the wretched Enderby boy becomes a swishy young lady!" shechortled to herself.Over lunch Caroline suggested that James ...egin ballet lessons. LadyIsabelle clapped her hands in delight."What a wonderful idea Caroline, that will be a perfect way for Jane toimprove her movement and poise. It will compliment Miss Finch's lessonsadmirably. I know," she said, "after lunch Jane, we will go out and buyyou a pretty tutu and other lovely dance clothes. There is a very. "We talked about everything! Whycouldn't you talk to me about this?"Their parents were both alive, in their eighties, battling the ravages ofdementia and living in a nursing home. Diane had shielded them from thenews of their son's death. She had handled all the funeral arrangements,including Danny's request that he be buried wearing women's clothing andthat the name 'Danielle' be engraved on his grave's headstone. ("If Ican't be who I was meant to be in life, at least I can in death,". I guess I hoped you’d remembered. I have to go.” I couldn’t stop the heartache from reaching my voice. I turned as the first tear fell. My arm was pulled softly as he spun me around to face him. His face fixed with a look I hadn’t seen in a long time, anger and lust all mixed into one stare. I used to get that look when we would fight or I pushed his buttons to goad him into a bit of rough. “I do remember Callie, I do. Just it’s confusing, overwhelming and frustrating. I don’t remember all the. And it felt good. While he was continuing his flicking and sucking, I pressed his head deeper onto my triangle. In order not to blow my cover, I had to think of something. “Women taste different, depending on the time of the month.” “You taste good, mom.” While the waves of pleasure flooded me, I remembered that my goal was to humiliate him, not to have fun for myself. So, I reached behind me and grabbed my cell phone. I pointed the camera downwards and took a series of quick pictures, while he.