She hasn't changed. Her scent. Her smile. Her eyes. Everything part of her is just as I remembered. As we pull apart, I keep her hands held in mine, c...ressing the top of her hand with my thumb. "I have missed you. I wanted to call, but-" It's my fault," she cuts me off. "I thought I was in love and got so consumed with him. I should have kept in touch. You were my only friend, you know." What? You were popular and had lots of friends, Jess." They weren't real friends - not like you. I have. Well...was not even affectionate.When I would put an arm around her as we settled in to sleep, insteadof snuggling in at me she just lay there, and if I began to caress hershe'd say "Didn't we do this already this month?" or "I'd rather sleep,but if you have to, try to pay attention to my needs for once." After awhile I quit trying. She didn't seem to mind. But at work, whenever Istepped into a pair of hi-cut nylon panties I would get all the moreexcited, and after a while whenever I was. "Our son is called Clark, not Clara. And no son of mine is ever going towear a dress!" I replied angrily."You are going to disown our son if he is transgendered? What kind oftransphobic father are you? You really should apologise, she was sohappy being one of the girls," Isabel replied with just a hint ofsurprise in her voice."You think I am transphobic just because I don't want to see Clarkwearing a dress? Well you can call me transphobic, I don't care!"Isabel decided she would not try to. God really created them to perplex us, devour us, to rule us. Then with a jolt train move forward and because of that I move forward to touching her thighs. Maybe because it was damn cold from Ac or something else she was quite hot. It could be fever & I asked her, are you feeling feverish? Surprised, she said no, she’s not why? Now I am feeling totally jackass. I changed the topic by asking about her preparation & when she started I mean, even Rajdhani train was slow w.r.t her machine-gun.