He carried a bag but it didn’t stop him from wrapping his free arm around me and pulling me tightly to him in greeting. My soft body melted against ...his stronger one and my arms wrapped around his shoulders. I felt the familiar sting of tears rising up behind my eyes and I did my best to push them back. I always knew he would have to leave after we played, but it never got any easier to let him go. “Have you been good?” his voice in my ear made me almost tremble. “Yes Sir, I have been very. " Con said. Uh oh! I detected lecture mode engaged!"In that story, the main character, whose first name was Waldo, suffered from a crippling genetic disorder that left him so weak that he had to live in a space station in orbit, so he could move around in zero G. Earth's gravity prevented him from doing almost any normal human activity, even something as simple as holding a spoon and lifting it to feed himself. A brilliant inventor, Waldo designs and has built remote manipulators that receive. “A possibility, but I don’t want to burden her too much about all of this even if she is willing,” he said.“Still, the children, and I do mean all of them, might be the way to go. And Candace being the wild card that could put us over the top with the man,” she said.“Yes, and we will play that card down the line; but I do not want to burn it without it being a sure thing, or pretty damn close to being a sure thing. The situation has to be right. And she will have to be in the know about pretty. "-o-0-o-Remember that day? We walked along the street and you told me you lovedto dress as a woman - it didn't matter to me, you were still my Dad nomatter how you dressed.Trying to get you to let me see you dressed as my other Mum; that was amission in itself! You got over the hard part of telling me, although Ihad already guessed - you were not as good at hiding it as you thoughtyou had been.When you did show me your other side to me, not just telling me aboutyour dressing but actually.