Great looking, a fantastic cook, superb in the bedroom and ninety percent of her time is spent in spoiling me rotten.It is the other ten percent where... the dynamite comes in. Betsy does have a short fuse and when something sets her off there is hell to pay and to be bluntly honest about it if I had known of that ten percent and how she could be when she was in that "zone" I'm not all that sure that I would have asked her to marry me. I suppose the red hair should have been a sign, but I didn't. Ihave a condition called gynecomastia. When it first happened I wastotally mortified. I had never felt the least bit girlish. But as Ihave gotten used to my body, I have also started enjoying girlishthings. Anyway, my mom thought it would be good for the two of us tocome to the beach, and for me to spend the week passing as a girl." Jamie was fascinated. He said, "How has that been?"And Jordana said, "Well, it was a little strange at first, but as youcan imagine, I am used to strange. . After graduation, I married and stayed in Atlanta. Angel married and moved to Los Angeles, that same city where Dad had stored up the sperm that had made us in the first place. As fate would have it, both of us are now divorced. In each case it was a blessing. We spoke often, saw each other occasionally. Angel told me that she dated pretty regularly, got laid often enough. That was not surprising; she was always slightly more popular than me. Not enough for me to be jealous, but noticeable.. I tell you a story of a girl in her early teens desired and preened by an overly attentive uncle, the heat of her first bleeding, throwing a different light on this old man, perhaps a bit too old to still sit on his knee, but his desire in her early years, could be clearly felt as it was maneuvered between her tomboyish bum cheeks, I laughingly add, I did all the maneuvering. I was a naughty girl back then, sexually aware for one so young, then again watching your mother being fucked, taught me.