” She complains as she gives me a quick peck and heads off to her work station. My cell phone rings and I curse, pulling the comforter over my head ...and trying to block the irritating tune off, of course it does not work I almost laugh as I murmur to myself how I hate the ring tone, “Liar,” I say to myself as I actually love the song I use as the ring tone. I give up when I realize that whoever is calling is going to keep at it until I answer. “Hello,” I say as I sit on the bed, trying not to. They pull no punches, make no moral judgments, and just provide the most reliable information they know. Questions are encouraged and answered fully and in most cases, sex is the main topic of discussion."My wife took a sip of her wine and continued."On my thirteenth birthday, after the visits from family and the family party were over, my parents took me up to their bedroom and sat me down on the bed. After much hugging and kissing, my parents explained that it was now time for me to join the. Sheknew that her husband had a fetish, something long ago put out of hermemory, but this was no costume. There was hardly a trace of a man inthe person she was married to. Then there was the thick set man,sitting far too close to the transvestite, and with a look in his eyethat was decidedly odd."I am here to sign over the house to you, and the joint account," thisperson said in a voice that was no longer her husband's. It washigher but husky. It was a woman's voice, saying: "I have no need. My parents met her on their first visit, and she charmed them easily, even though they thought our story that Missy had matched us up was far-fetched, to be polite about it. Shawna’s parents were less than polite, calling us crazy outright. We didn’t care by that point. Nobody had a better explanation for Shawna even knowing where her heart came from. We both got permission to take some walks around the hospital floor on the same day, and accompanied each other. I’m sure we were a sight, me in.