So I drank coffee all day and buried myself in reading a current case. It was about a woman, Rose Sherman, desperately trying to get away from her sta...lker. Scary, compelling stuff. It infuriated me how lenient stalker laws were. He’d been terrorizing her for nearly a year before he finally broke into her apartment and screwed up by leaving behind fingerprints and a nasty present in her panties. The cops were able to bring him in and now the legal system could bring Rose some justice. He was out. Sandra finished her side and went around to help, also. Then Tim, whose north side was almost as difficult to scrape as Cathy’s, finished scraping his side of the house.It was two o’clock when they finally finished scraping. They had worked through lunch. The fact was, it hadn’t taken them as long as they had anticipated to get the flakes off. They knew the long hard part was next, sanding to feather the remaining paint. They took a break to eat the lunch they had brought with them.It was time. I may have at one time but…”Eva cut me off laughing and said, “Rachael, you have to be kidding me! Look at your body, you have the kind of curves that women would kill for, trust me I have enough friends who have spent a fortune trying to look like you. It’s impossible for you to look bad in any outfit! You are the woman that all the designers style clothes to fit! Rachael honey, you are ‘tha bomb’ as my boys say.”“Eva! Stop it. You are just trying to make me feel better, you know I don’t have. "You're a fuckin' crossdresser?"Bewildered and shocked that he didn't realize this already, I replied, "Yeah, is that a problem?" I thought you were an actual woman not a dude pretending to be one. Why didn't you say something?" I just assumed you knew I guess. So, do you still want to fuck me?" He hesitated for an awkward moment before he finally said, "I ain't no faggot, but you already got me so worked up I need to fuck something. You like it in the ass, huh?" Yeah." I said, a little shocked.