"That isn't a 'her', that's a'him'! Lift up 'her' skirt if you don't believe me!" MANAGER! NOW!" Charlotte yells defensively as the man simply laughs ...inour faces. By now, the only thing keeping me from collapsing in a pileon the floor is Krystie holding me upright."Whatever," the man says dismissively. "I'm not going to need this jobwhen the press find out from me that Charlotte Hutchinson's been hangingaround with a transvestite!" With that the man leaves, stopping to laughdirectly in my face. I couldn't deal with that again. Please."She studied me, and it seemed she was looking for something she recognized, in the deep recesses of my eyes. Whatever she saw appeared to frighten her and she turned away.I walked away without looking back and then I closed the den door behind me.So, that set the pace for our happy family life; I was miserable, Ashley was miserable, and our children knew something was not right between their mom and dad, but they kept it to themselves and never mentioned. She felt him ease off the gas and pull into the unpaved pathway between two fields. He put the car in park and she opened the door quickly, stepping out into the night. She'd had enough of his reticence, his inability to open himself to a life brimming with wonder. She was done. She heard his door open as she rounded the back of the truck and then he was in front of her."What do you want from me?" He asked, his voice was deep but sounded somewhat fearful. He'd lived his life curled up so. Her legs were smooth and slick, her flesh dewy and soft. She had shaved the personal area between her legs and the skin was as hairless a baby's bottom.She added a little glitter to her breasts before she donned the sheerest of red bras. She put on red crotchless panties and thigh-high stockings. Next was a white silk blouse so delicate that her red bra could be seen in excruciating detail through the fabric. Then she pulled on a skin-tight black knit skirt that left nothing to the imagination..