She picked up the note and read."Put the ear piece on and start fooling around," Susan said. "I get it, this is going to be some stupid phone sex gag....We start fucking and hit the button, then there is some woman on the other end talking dirty to us."Made since to me, and I felt myself getting hard. Although I was waiting for Susan to say it was stupid and toss it in the trash."That is kinda hot," she said, much to my surprise. She slid a hand up my thigh, brushing my hardon. "Reminds me of. "Have a seat. We're waiting."His meaning was obvious. They weren't waiting for breakfast to be finished cooking. They were waiting for an explanation.Craig looked at his sister. The fact that he was deferring to her wasn't strange, in the sense that he usually deferred to her when they had done something they were in trouble for. She was better on her feet at creative bullshitting. But it bothered him, somehow, maybe because he was in a girl's body, that he didn't step forward to take charge.. It's not like we have a huge amount of things," I told him, and paused. This was going to need to be brought up rather delicately."You know that both of our Mothers had mental links with others," I started."We've only known that since we were about what -- three?" Ken asked with a smile."Ah ... yes. Well, I just found out a few minutes ago that not only can the Mac Sweeney Sisters tell what I am thinking and doing, but ... ah ... they can ... can also read you!" I finished quickly. Ken was. My clothes: what kind of female clothes do I have? Well, for one thing, Ihave a very limited repertoire of female clothes. I like to dress in asort of career-girl manner, the sort of attire you'd expect to find in anupscale office environment. For one thing, it enhances my chance of being"accepted" wherever I should decide to go and minimizes the chance of notbeing accepted anywhere. It's not sloppy-looking, and it's not so dressyas to stand out in public - okay for just about anything from.