I am going to call this man Travis because I find this to be a very sexy man’s name. Travis and I have experienced many work related challenges toge...ther. We have spent hours talking, texting, and visiting. Some of which have not been very work related. Oh! But what a stress reliever. We have played around with sexual encounters by texting each other following an innocent theme but in a sexual manner, joking with each other about how our bodies are reacting to each other, and some fondling of. Mum lowered the paper and peered over the top. Seeing something thatrequired her undivided attention she carefully folded the paper andplaced it on the chair arm. Beth, who was standing by the dimmer switch,turned up the brightness so Mum could have a good look at me dressed asWidow Twanky.She walked around me examining the needlework. "Very good work Beth,"she said. "The dress is perfect for the part of the Dame, but what setsit off is the padding, makeup and wig. This should certainly be. “If she’s going to be an issue, let me know and I’ll have her removed and her change ability revoked.”“Yes, boss,” Marja replied with a grin before heading off to her people’s encampment.“You scared the shit out of her, John,” Nell said as she dropped out of a tree to land silently next to me.“She needed it,” I replied. “Are all your people settled in?”“Yes, you’ll have lots of warning if they get frisky,” Nell replied with a grin.“Let’s hope we don’t need it,” I chuckled.“Indeed, John,. She doesn't have to say more. I rush to mybedroom, tear off my nightclothes, search frantically for some suitableunderclothes, and slither into the dress. My fingers fumble on thebuckles of my shiny black shoes. There are tears - tears of joy - in myeyes as I walk self-consciously down the stairs, trying to look beautifulfor her. My mother, too, seems on the verge of tears. We engage in along, silent, passionate hug. "It's the best Christmas ever," I say.I wear the dress the whole day,.