And the one person who's supposed to be in her corner makes herfeel worse." I certainly didn't intend to." I know that. I don't think you said let me... figure out how to make my12-year old granddaughter feel terrible. But, I get it. People tellyou that if you eat one candy bar and you'll be 300 pounds and you endup screwed up. You binge in secret and then you hate yourself and it'sa vicious cycle. Trust me, I know." I understand that. But the world judges us on our appearance. When Istarted. Which is very tight on me, I might add. I was also wearing a pair of my usual, everyday thong panties. That went without saying these days. My old "tighty-whiteys" had long ago disappeared into some closet or drawer or box in the attic. I pulled on the longest polo shirt I had, which just barely went down to the cheeks of my ass. I had worn the jeans out and about on several other occasions, but it still filled me with the dread of being made as a man in women's clothes, especially with my. I was close to the edge of the bed with my pillow half on the bed and half on the nightstand. His arms were around me trying to get me to roll over. I was not making it easy for him. I had my arms wrapped around my pillow tight, and I had my muscles tensed.He seemed to know what I was doing, suddenly I felt his hand again under my nightshirt stroking my right breast and then down to my side. When he saw that I wasn’t moving he started to kiss my neck and stroke my right leg (which is very. "Mom...?" Came her voice again."Sorry honey. Just thinking." And boy was I. Finally Icame up with the solution I needed to take my mind offsex."Honey would you like to pose for me? I have a projectin class and I could use your help."She giggled and sat up immediately sending her goldenhair all about her shoulders."Yea, that would be great mom."We gathered all our things and retired to my studio. I told Amy to get cleaned up for the shoot and bring down all her swimwear. We were going to do some.