"Frank Duncan."I managed to shake his hand, and said "Paul O'Halloran. You probably already know Ann, but this is our sister, Denise. I'm pleased to m...eet you ... I hope."He cracked up again, and said "You'd better be, if you plan on doing any more of what you were doing with my daughter. I'm a mite curious though. She seemed to be mighty intense, there. Why is it she never mentioned you to me?"Bernie had recovered enough to help, by that time. She did laugh once more, though. Her dad's. I put on boat shoes with no socks and went downstairs, getting ready to appear dressed in women's clothes in front of Kathy for the first time in months. The only thing was that unless you knew the signature Gloria Vanderbilt stitching on my butt and you looked closely enough to notice that the three buttons on my shirt buttoned the "wrong" way, I don't think anyone could have noticed. I poured myself a cup of coffee and popped a couple of English muffins in the toaster and grabbed a part of. I couldn't have been happier. Mark was a great guy; and, as I soon discovered, more than competent to teach a nothing like me the ropes, but he was definitely not a girl! Samantha was skinny and pretty in spite of her dowdy clothes and minimal female appurtenances. And, she was also a girl!For the next several weeks we worked on the chacha, the foxtrot, and the swing. Gilbert, my new business partner and social mentor, knew what was going on of course, but had no inkling of where I was at in. I touched her side boobs and I moved my hands and hold her side boobs and pressed them hardly. She moaned for a sec. I then slowly moved my hands further to hold her boobs over her bra and slowly started squeezing them. I then stopped and unhooked her bra and told her to turn upwards.When she turned, I again hold her boobs from the front and squeezing them. I then inserted my hands into her bra and placed my hands over her boobs. She then asked me to hold and raised her body and removed her bra.