The tears were running down his cheeks in an almost continuous stream.“I lie awake trying to think how I can protect you from that. But it turns out...the thing I most needed to protect you from was your own sister and her friends. They tied you up – locked you in the closet – left you in there for hours. I can’t believe...”I sighed and looked at Dad. He was leaning back with his head against the headrest and his eyes were closed. His cheeks glistened. It was like he’d been holding himself. & hugged her. She cryingly said, ” yes, i was. About 4 yrs. Then i not let her to come our home also. I m sorry” & hugged me tightly.Me: dont be sorry mom. Its natural. I can understand. I dont feel odd for it. I know u also have ur needs. So pl stop crying now for my sake.We hugged tightly. & parted. Then i wiped all her tears & made her comfortable. & said her to leave that all & smile now. She wiped her face again. Breathed heavily 2-3 times & feel comfortable. I poked her waist & stomach by. She was probably only a 34B cup.Mike smiled as he saw Claire scowl at Jen. It always amazed him how catty women could be. The fact that Rick always paid so much attention to Jen didn't help things.Mike mingled and, before he knew it, an hour had passed. The crowd had thinned. He went looking for Jen. "Maybe we can cut out and go to the bar," he thought. Mike turned a corner and almost ran into Jen. She was talking to her best friend, Laura. Their backs were to him, and they hadn't noticed him.. Somehow I know all this. I know my name is Stephanie, not Stephen, and I have a younger sister Patty, not a brother Patrick. I have a lifetime of memories of being a man, and at the same time 20 year’s worth of memories of being Stephanie seem to lie just underneath the surface of my consciousness, bubbling up as I do, or say, or think about anything.I let my hands cup my breasts through the long nightshirt I’m wearing. My nipples come to life immediately, and the sensation is unlike any I ever.