"Why did you have your hair cut short?" I questioned."Don't you like it?" She said, raising her hand to fluff at the side."That wasn't the question. D... you like it short?" Why, would you like to see it longer?" It amused me that Diane like most women seemed to answer a question with another."Diane. It's a simple question. Why did you have your hair cut short?" I smiled as I asked, letting her know that there was no anger in the question"Terry wanted it. He said my long hair made me look old." I. ." he began."But nothing, do as you're told, faggot!" I ordered. "Unless you don't want my cock anymore."Realizing my threat, he sighed, "OK, I will get out of my date." Good girl," I responded, which I knew he hated. "I expect you to make me supper and," I paused, deciding to push him further, "I expect you dressed completely as a girl." What?" he asked, confused."I want you in a dress, wearing a bra, panties, your wig, make-up and stockings, not pantyhose, stockings." "Oh," he answered,. “It couldn’t have just vanished by itself!”I was furious. Ever since Dad had left her for another woman five years ago, it had seemed as though men were to blame for everything bad that happened in my mother’s life, big or small. Even if I was the only man around, I still got shit on. “For the last fucking time, I have no idea what happened to the money! Now let’s actually looks for it instead of shouting like fucking children.” I hissed at her. She didn’t answer and turned to storm out of the. Of course being a school teacher who was popular, it was hard to accept in a way what mother told us. Of course in each of mother’s letters too, she usually had some comment to make about Sandra, as she started referring to her. Rachel’s company was shutting down for the duration between Christmas and New Year's, so I elected to take some time off work so we could be together for the duration of the holiday. It had been sometime since Rachael and I had a few days together, not since she had.