?My God, Jeffery, your pretty,? she said, as I hugged her. ?It's Alice,? I said, as I sat down. Mom said, ?Somebody has some explaining to do and fas...t!? Carol and I finished the whole story by the time we had finished eating. Mom was all right with my transformation. She even said she had prayed that I would have been born a girl, and went on to say, up until I was three or four years old, she dressed me in dresses whenever she could. ?Your father put his foot down somewhere around then. . His order was waiting for him and he read the tag of where to deliver it. 'Ah. Perfect!' he snidely thought. The address was of one of the neighborhood girls that both gave Pete his hardons and also provided him his fantasy to deal with them, Melissa Barnes. He'd known Missa, as everyone called her, just about forever. He was nearly two-years older, but since grammar school he had known her and often when they were kids would walk home together and hang out at the park. She was always with her. Sara looks at a girl in the seat ahead of us. She has nice blond hair.“What is it?” I asked. “You like that girl?”“Yeah! Ask her to take a seat here with us.”“Baby she’s calling. How can I ask? Just leave it. We have a nice free seat it’s okay.” I tell her.Sara looks outside her window, and falls asleep. Later I woke up. The plane all dark and quiet. Everyone seemed to sleep. Just like little Sara. I cannot describe how sexy she is. Her nice white shirt, black leggings, short skirt. Just. But with our history, and a real love for each other, and added maturity, we can decide to what works for us. Me rushing you was not good. Moving both of you in without your consent? Just springing it on you as a complete surprise? That was not a ‘together’ thing. I wanted it to be romantic, but I forgot that romance is only part of a marriage.’ ‘Working together and listening to each others concerns is another part, a bigger part. I now know I scared you. I wanted to sweep you off your feet,.