The offer, became real when Ron helped her move. He made her throw allher male clothes and belongings away. All she had was her female clothesand what... she was dressed in. Back at Ron's flat he made her change andthrew her last male clothes away.They both sat down and spent the rest of the day ordering corsets,lingerie, dresses, skirts tops, makeup and shoes. Well it was all Ron'schoices really. No leggings or trousers. No tights., stockings only.Shoes and boots with at least 3 inch heels. She. "Hey, can I have some of that?" asked Ellie.Sally gave her sister a sideways glance. "And you a mere child of seventeen ... you just want to get me in trouble for contributing to the delinquency of a minor, don't you?" She snickered, then ducked a carelessly thrown TV Guide. "Okay, okay!" Holding up a hand in surrender, she passed the bottle to Ellie. "Here, help yourself. Just don't tell the parental units. And don't drink from the bottle, for God's sake. Be civilized, get a glass." Yeah,. While in one of our typical conversations, I decide to go all in and throw it out there and asked her "do you still think about strap-on sex?" she said "well...not really. why are you interested?" I told her that yes I was, and that actually I was immediately turned on by what she had told me a few years prior. She seemed turned on herself, but with our history (I've had a crush on her since 8th grade, and she finds me attractive, but not enough to be together), she seemed to hold back a bit. ..”“You’re a rich woman, Lena.”“Nuh-uh ... Goes with YOUR property that you owned before we were married.”“Whatever,” I said. “We’re rich. Not stinkin’ rich, but plenty rich. I’m gonna call ‘em.”“You can do that,” she said, “but I think we ought to get a couple more tubs and drive over there and eat another one of those steaks and have us a celebratory romp in the middle of a big, fine bed...”“You just want me for my body,” I laughed.“Nope. Good steaks. You take me to eat good steaks.”“Switch.