"You don't know do you?" Mrs Newman responded. "Aunt Elsie ran one of themost successful shops for men who want to dress as women. That's where allthe...money has come from, and it's growing all the time."Silence descended. They drank their coffees without further discussion. Itwas some fifteen minutes before Susan broke the silence. "Does thismatter? It is a very successful business and very profitable and it isbeing left to us, if we want it. Do we have scruples over this, or do wego with the. Either one of your two little sisters would probably kill me." They wouldn't kill you, but you would really be rode hard and put away wet."The big lady was laughing and coming simultaneously. It felt good to me, too. One last, nice, orgasm and we were sound asleep.In the morning, I changed oil and filter, washed, and polished the bike, checked the air pressure in the tires and declared it ready to go by nine. Bobby had checked in and we were still good to go with the day off.With the bike in. When she told me she'd be on her period then I obviously wasn't too happy about it but there was nothing I could do about it.Janice had picked quite a billowy black dress for the wedding. Both to mask any period stains and because she's a bit "goth" anyway.We'd booked a room at the "Cumbria" Hotel (now called "Hallmark") next to Carlisle Railway Station. The Hotel had really taken us under their wing upon learning we were a couple around their 40's getting married for the 1st time with no. ” I figured we could get her a few photo ops doing something humanitarian.“Excuse me? Since when do you go and I don’t?” she asked. “I’m going, too!”Now it was my turn to look horrified. “No, you aren’t! It’s a war zone!”“There’s a cease fire, remember? The war’s over. I’m going!”I looked at the others for some assistance, but everybody in the room had decided to look somewhere else. Cowards all! “Marilyn!” I replied, in exasperation.“Get over it!” she told me.“Aaaaggh! So be it! Don’t say I.