Jane appeared in her robe which she opened to show what underwear she had selected. At this point Sarah revealed a tiny bag with a cute pantie and bra...set in it.“I hope you don’t mind, but would you please where my undies for this?” she asked. “They are clean.” They were very cute and lacy and the panties were almost completely transparent.“Of course Sarah” replied Jane.We didn’t have much time before Peter was due, so I led Sarah to the closet and she got comfortable in the chair. She was. She didn't say anything. Clearly, something was wrong."Cheryl?" she said to herself. She answered her own question, apparently."Yes, Jeffrey, I'm here."Both had the same, high-pitched voice.Cheryl looked at herself. "Cheryl! What happened?? We're female!!" You'll know in a few minutes," she answered herself. She was still dripping wet.Deirdre was concerned. "You're both in there? Two, not one?"Cheryl answered. "Yes, for the moment. I'll let Jeffrey talk."Deirdre shook her head as if she didn't. .my what? Was he really my lover or was he just a fuck buddy like Stacy said?My mind churned on all of this. From my side I felt an emotional connection to my Dad. Then I remembered how when we fucked it was through a hole in the wall. It is hard to call that kind of sex as being lovers. We were just fucking. Then my Dad's long term love triangle with my mom and Melanie played out in my head. He loved two women at the same time. Somehow I understood that Daddy was the kind of man that liked his. Though he wasn’t going to make a habit out of it.Riding the bus forced me to cut my run back to 2 miles. I hated riding the bus, being stuck there with all those kids and a “bible thumper” for a driver. I could think of a lot of better things to do with my time.Bob was waiting when I walked out after school. He was driving a nice blue Audi Quattro, and I climbed in.“Well, Barnim, I’ll be your chauffeur for the afternoon.”“You’re one expensive chauffeur, like 10 times as much as the cab would.