But secretly I was happy that hewas safe in a less physical and less dangerous world than that of malebullies and lumbering sports' icons. Now I don't...know if I was such agood mother to a sensitive young man like Jim. I should have known whatwas in his pretty head. I never guessed it was corsets and crinolines.Now that we have embarked on this summer of Jim discovering his femaleside, I have come to a rapid understanding that Jim really disliked hismale life. His quick embrace of all the. It turned out we had plenty in common and plenty to talk about, but as far as I could see our relationship was one of friendship and nothing more. It’s not that I didn’t find her attractive. Quite the opposite, in fact, my view of beauty has always been a little more left field, to the more ‘alternative’ looking girl. Kimmy certainly fit that mould. She proudly wore her thick-rimmed glasses, hiding sparkling green eyes behind them. Her naturally blonde hair was usually tied up in ponytails,. "Millie. I love you, I cannot think of life without you. Will you marry me?" She leaned out of bed, her lovely breasts jiggling, and she kissed me."Yes, yes, yes, and again yes. And if you didn't understand my reply it is yes, affirmative. Now get back into bed and let's start on these babies you talked about."We couldn't actually start on the babies as Millie was still on the pill. She ceremoniously flushed them down the toilet the next morning. I would be leaving the morning after so our last. I'll let him know." Over the weekend, rather than sitting home and moping on my couch, I worked at the lab. Raj made an appearance on Sunday. I showed him where I was on the experimental plan for the pharmaceutics project and we agreed to talk in the morning after I finished my latest round of assays. On Monday morning, while we were talking, the lab phone rang. I assumed it was Tom. "Bavington lab," I answered. "Miss Conway?" I recognized Ali's voice and I physically jumped. I held up a finger.