"I just sigh for a moment as I think about it, before replying, "We'reall different. There really is no one defining or specific set ofcharacteristic... of being trans. I never hated my male genitals; I justnever really cared for them. I'd always laugh inwardly when I'd hearabout some guy accused of 'thinking with his dick' and not his brain. Inever had that problem. At least not that I could tell. But I willadmit, sometimes I wondered how true it was."She looks at me with a little smirk. I found it to be very exciting and knew my wife would be extremely turned on later to hear what they had said about her. After her shameless flirting she would dance with several that she found attractive. Her dancing was more like a sex act than a dance, she would place their hands on her ass then slowly grind her pelvis on theirs. One particular evening she seemed to be focusing most of her attention on just one guy. When they danced she was kissing him deeply which was something she normally. As he began to check out the problem, she pulled up a chair and watched him work. She found that her thoughts were becoming more turned-on, admiring his nice body, the obvious bulge in his pants, lust in her thoughts. Sometimes, she said to herself, it would be nice to not be married. In fact, if she wasn't so shy about sex, she would be tempted to try to seduce this ideal man, knowing that not only would I not mind, but I would be turned on to hear the details -- how he touched her, how he. I tried to talk to Traci a couple of times, but no luck.I was kind of surprised that it kept going on. I could understand Peter getting upset. I mean, it was a lot to handle all at once. Especially the part about Traci and me. Hell, I still don't handle that part very well. But he and Trace seemed so natural together that I thought he would get over it.Of course, Tami and I were pretty natural together, and our fights always lasted way too long."Traci, awesome vault. I saw your score," I said.