"I want him flat-chested. Fifteen-year-old girls would have some development by now, but like I said, Idon't want him to look totally like a girl. Bes...ides, he's alreadywearing a pair of pink satin panties that don't fit me anymore. Youshould have heard him holler when I made him put them on before cominghere!" We both laughed.Judy went off to get the item she had in mind for Chris while I rummagedthrough a few more of the racks, looking for other things for him towear. A short time later, I had. It was obvious that Dan had told her, so that all three of us had a secret now. The two other men in the house had no idea, my father being as oblivious as normal to the woman and their 'crazy emotions' as he called it.While cleaning the dinner table late one night I stepped into the kitchen to catch Dan and my mom kissing passionately in the middle of the tiled floor. Lips were covered in saliva, tongues fornicating back and forth - an aged spotted wrinkled hand groping my sons ass, his. True to her word she was able to maintain. She switched to ice water after her second drink. We danced a few fast numbers and then a slow one. While she had her head on my chest she spoke softly. You know Im drinking cranberry juice so Im ready for you she said. What ? I asked. Sometimes I dont know what the fuck she is talking about, but Ive learned to be patient and have her explain it to me. She can do it without hurting my feelings. She probably has lots of practice, I think she has to. He describes where my cabin was. “I wasn’t in a mountainous region before, and besides it’s the wrong hemisphere, I am Nordic, as you see, not Amerind. Whatever happened translocated me geophysically as well as temporally.”“Would you stop that!” George bursts out. “Dammit, it’s embarrassing when you speak better English than I do.” I hear him beginning to accept Hugo for what he is.Hugo laughs. “I’m sorry, George. It has become my language now, I think in it as well. But my old world was a high.