Her mom is OK with having another daughter. But what to do? What the fuck are we going to tell her father? Buddy and I had a long "come to Jesus" talk...with him about having another daughter. While we were talking, his sister popped in and said "cool." Terry and I had had many talks about her transformation. I explained all of the variations. I talked about going on hormones. She wanted desperately to have fine body hair, hips, waist and breasts! Then there is the social integration which would. The scene, doing this in the dark, being in his pickup truck, and just the two of us alone but me in heaven. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better he threw me for an unbelievable loop. Ed had been friendly and polite in all of our online conversations and even after we met, but he out of nowhere - without so much as a by your leave - he suddenly grabbed my head and hair and started fucking my mouth really hard. I mean real hard. I was completely stunned. If he had asked ahead of time. As his head dipped, he started and looked up. He too checked the clock and apparently arrived at the same conclusion. Gently lowering her hand to the bed, he began to stand up, clearly stiff from sitting so long.I stood to lend him a hand, but he waved me off. "Stop treating me like an old man," he said softly with a smile. Even here, even with her here, he maintained that smile with a persistence born of long habit.Both of us stretched as we walked out of the room. Neither of us spoke as we. Even my parents had enough respect for my privacy notto do that. But Chris... "Rotten little bastard."I immediately rushed to Chris' room across the hall, muttering viciousprofanities under my breath as I did so. But as soon as I burst throughthe door, it was immediately obvious that he wasn't inside. Still I dida quick search to see if I could find the bracelet. Unfortunately, Ididn't find a trace of it."Damn." I clenched my fist, feeling a knot of dread in my stomach. Ihad a bad.