When they finished, Elyse stepped in front of me and Stephie behind, and they hugged me. They released me, turned me to face the other way, then repea...ed the hug.“Now that’s a sandwich I really like!” I declared happily.“Happy birthday, Steve,” Elyse said.“Happy birthday, Yankee,” Stephie said.We got out of the shower and the girls dried me off. Stephie and I went to my room to dress, then joined Elyse for breakfast.“That was an amazing birthday, from start to finish. You two knew exactly how. And then he showed me the photo. Mark and me in an intimite embrace. My favorite picture!"You little son of a bitch!" I shouted. "Get your ass out of here!" Unless you want the whole neighborhood to hear you, I think we'd better talk with the door shut," he replied."How... where did you get that picture?" I demanded. But then I knew. He had spent hours in my house on many occasions while Larry and I were out. Hours after the kids were asleep. Hours to search my very personal belongings.But they. Hopefully, this won't be an issue at all. I certainly did not want to face him again, or even see him. None of the husbands did.My concern grew when I finally tapped on the door to his apartment. I heard the sound of a vacuum cleaner running and tapped a second time, only softer. Sensing a safe exit retreat, and being given a built in excuse to flee, I turned and began to step away from the door. That is when I heard the door open and the sound of the vacuum cleaner turning off."Yes? Can I help. .." - The Bible"You have made Clara very upset, Tony. He's only 12 years old, why doyou have to come down on him like a ton of bricks because he's playingdress up with his sister?" said Isabel gently."Our son is called Clark, not Clara. And no son of mine is ever going towear a dress!" I replied angrily."You are going to disown our son if he is transgendered? What kind oftransphobic father are you? You really should apologise, she was sohappy being one of the girls," Isabel replied with.