Sushi and James were sleeping in. They often did that on weekends when James was home. He would creep into our bed and replace my body next to hers. T...ey didn’t know anything about the car and I wanted to surprise them. James eventually got up. It was obvious it was not going to be a good day. He was sick and cried in pain. I always flapped uselessly when he got these bouts. It would pass, but each time took more out of him and it is hard for a parent to watch the life of a son being flushed. "It was a pleasure, really. I enjoy spending time with her," he said."Awe, you're so sweet," she said slapping his arm, as I rolled my eyes. I felt a tad jealous that she was seemingly fawning over him."We picked up some to-go dinner on the way home," she said taking the boxes from Sean and setting them on the table.I didn't hesitate to fix myself a plate of chicken and veggies. I was starved. We sat down at the dinner table again, and just like last night I felt out of the loop. They were. They had teased each other, and soon found that they enjoyed their conversations. Soon, letters, telephone calls and pictures were exchanged, as well as hopes, dreams, and fantasies. And now, finally, this. It was Thursday, and she would be there with him until the following Monday. Four days of memories to make.She looked around, afraid that he wouldn't be there.In fact, she didn't see him until he was at her side, whispering "Boo!" in her ear. She turned, smiled, and was suddenly wrapped in. "If you're so eager to see whatit's like, being a woman, being treated like a woman, you should havetold me! I'd have been glad to help, honey! Honestly, I completelyunderstand! Bets's brother is a transvestite -- he lives as a womanfor weeks at a time she says, goes out to clubs and things with other... men who feel the way he feels, though what he then does with themI have no idea. He even went on a cruise once with some of them, Betssays. She likes to say it was a blessing he didn't come.