Steven was in his final year at school and it was then that he dropped the bomb on us both. We took it well I thought, Ginny made her smile last all e...vening. Only when she made it to our bedroom did she break down and cry. Steven wanted the full college experience, plus one of the courses he wanted to do meant that California was the place to be. Oh, he had other options but he had decided and we backed him as best we could. Once school was over he was going to college clear across the. Even poor Gerald, whimpering in his corner, is having a furtive peep. I giggle and blow him a mocking kiss.I get up on the table, stand next to Cynthia. The contrast is cruel as cruel can be. Giggle. My lush beauty is pointed up by her ugliness. And the opposite of course, she looks just terrible stood there next to me. I'm a nice height for a girl and she's short. I've got a heart stoppingly lovely face and hers is plain as pie. My lips are full and pouting, hers are thin and mean looking. My. The journey back to our depressing shelter was easier than our outward bound mission. We had broken a trail and simply followed the same path.I called for a break at about the midway mark. My legs and back were killing me. Getting old sucked, but it sure beat the alternative. I lay down and groaned in relief. The snow was a much better mattress than the pile of pine branches under our sleeping bag.I closed my eyes for a few moments and then reopened them and stared into the heavens. I could. Whenhe asked why he wasn't wearing a skirt, she replied, "For one thing,women don't always run around in skirts, and no one is going to think acrossdresser would wear pants. For another, we can't hide your constanterections in skirts. Also, we need to see how the shoes fit with thepants. Fitting skirts is easy, fitting heels to pants is a lot harderif you aren't wearing the pants." Finally, on his feet, he wore thesame basic black pumps Stephanie slipped him under the table at theparty."Why.