As I came through the door, sighing with relief at the feel of the coolness of the place, I noticed a woman sitting alone at the end of the bar, brale...ss, wearing shorts and a tank top that showed off a very nice pair of tits. I sat down, ordered myself a beer, and asked the bartender what the beautiful creature at the end of the bar was drinking. “Beer.“ he said, so I told him to give her a refill on me. She acknowledged me with a tip of her glass and motioned for me to join her. I sat down. I continued to crossdress when I felt like it, though not all the time. I even load a few anonymous picture up on websites to get a reaction. I dated a few girls though never anything permentant. I don’t know why. It had the effect at least of never making my secret crossdressing become ‘an issue’. It was just one private little activity I did separate from the rest of my life. Fun escapism, with a small sexual thrill thrown in.My laptop had broken, I didn’t really know what was wrong with it,. This was all too much for me, I orgasmed, the experience had been all too much for my senses to handle.When I had come down from my high, they were both looking at me. “Oh I am sooo sorry” I said as my faced blushed a bright pink “I just couldn't help it” “Oh that's quite alright” Said Zak, “I am glad it turned you on” He said with a grin. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she was smiling as well.“Now it's your turn” he said looking at me. “What” I replied in shock. We can tell that. Had she really been doing nothing but sit motionless for all those years while he sped across the Solar System? Was there really nobody else whose company she could have enjoyed in all that time? But their lovemaking was familiar and reassuring. For Blanche, at least, there had been no separation at all. She loved him with the same unquestioning passion. As always, she served only to satisfy his animal lust and his every mundane desire. She expressed exactly the same familiar passion as when.