No, not exactly," she stammered."Then what, exactly, Becky?" I pressed."I... asked her to leave. She's not safe with me," she sobbed, tears in her eye...s."Becky... you're supposed to guide her. You can't do that if you're not around her. It was never part of your job to protect her. That's my job. If anyone failed, it was me by not providing adequate defense for this whole family." She didn't look convinced.God! Teenagers! What had I done in my life that was so awful that I was saddled with this?. My wonderful husband converted a back section of thehouse into a mother-in-law apartment with its own entrance. We movedGrandma Hester into it two months after our marriage. Dora insisted thatwe keep my lakeside house as a place for us to get away when she needs abreak from the pressures of work. (She is now Vice-President ofMarketing.) I have a studio space here as well as in the lakeside houseto work on my painting and needlecraft which I now show and sell underthe name Althea Wallner. (Yes,. I had done it because of my secret I had been keeping from her, I like to dress-up, in women's clothing. I dropped my towel as I entered and turned on the lights. Right inside the door I kept my false tits, a full form so that it would conceal my chest hair, 38 DD, I slipped it on then went my bra selection, I picked out a black lace, push-up that I had just got that week, I had a PO Box that I had my stuff sent to that no one knew about. Next a wig, the reddish/ copper one today, it was. A beautiful exotic lady was staring back at her. She turned to admire the three-foot long ponytail running down her back. Her bright red hair was in sharp contrast to the black clothing. She admired the way her hips curved and the corset lifted her tits. “I would fuck me”, she announced.“So would I babe”, came the rough voice of the old woman from the other side of the door, “now get your ass dressed. You left some of your stuff our here” A handful of items came flying over the door. Rachel.