I started to tell him what a cowardly shit he was, but he cut the line before I could say any more. Knowing Vince to be a habitual liar, I immediately... dialled 1471, and sure enough it returned a foreign prefixed number. Belgian, as it happened. I phoned Lucy at work and told her what I had learned. She seemed quite calm and in control, maybe because she was in work company, so I collected the keys, collected the car and made arrangements for a family meeting, because as a family we had a. Was I simply becoming acclimated to cross dressingbecause I knew how important it was to my lover, or was I actuallystarting to identify as Roberta as much as I identified as Bobby?Margret loved that I was becoming more comfortable dressing and behavingas a woman, and she continued to encourage me to do so more often. Itreached the point that, on every weekend and holiday, I was expected tobe Roberta by default. We both had office jobs during weekdays, and mycross dressing had become so. She talked often with her lovers back home on the phone. Usually they called her.Daisy started to excel at her school work. She had a special talent and interest in old literature. She had been reading a lot on those long cold winter nights on the farm.Amy was in some of her classes, and wasn't doing as well.Daisy took to tutoring her. When the time was right she slipped her the poems of Sappho and some modern day lesbians, as there wasn't much of Sappho still in existence.It took about two. He followed me to the library, since I wasn't about to take him into my room, which smelled of sex and looked like a hurricane had landed there. Solona was sitting with a book in her lap, and she watched in amusement as the man measured me, almost without speaking at all. He pushed or pinched when he needed me to move something, had me bend over and twist, and then asked a few terse questions about my fighting style."And what is this you are wearing?"I looked down. "This? I put on what I wear.