I gotta run. Love you. See you on Thanksgiving.??Love you too, hon--.? She had already hung up.I sighed and hung the phone on the hook. She was al...ays like this, and her whistleblower case was just the excuse of the year. Last year it was job applications, and the year before that it was too much schoolwork. I couldn’t blame her this year, however, it being our first Thanksgiving alone. Without her father around, I had no idea how I was supposed to retain a relationship with my only. "Good night Rosa." Oh Mike, I need to call home so if you would please be quiet, I'm not sure my husband and son would understand our arrangement. Good night Mike" Sure, no problem, I'll be quiet." Hummm he thought, so Rosa was doing things that she didn't want her family to know about.Rosa picked up the telephone receiver and dialed home. Bill answered and she told him that she had arrived in Knoxville and that everything was fine. He asked if anything exciting had happened on her trip and she. We rode over to the pasture the cattle were in, and dismounted. The cattle appeared to be mostly Herefords, and they looked to be in good shape. We tried to do a quick check as to the females verses males, and came up with a figure of about twenty females to each male.We were standing there discussing them, when a young person walked up. At first I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl. He was wearing a homespun shirt and trousers and a hat that was as big as Kentucky. The clothes looked like. It toldhow Stephen, an occasional and secret cross-dresser, was caught out byhis wife Sandra and forced, through a series of humiliating experiences,to confront and come to terms with his obsession. Although angry withStephen for him not being open and honest about his desires, Sandrafound the whole idea of cross-dressing strangely exciting and whilst shequite enjoyed watching him squirm with embarrassment as his, previouslyprivate habits, were gradually brought out in public, she still.