"He didn't know it atfirst. I suspect he just thought things would go on as usual. As iffinding out your husband was a sissy were something a woman wo...uld justaccept as normal!"Steff and Wendy shared a laugh."Well," Wendy continued, "he was certainly wrong."I'd thought after that first time Wendy was pretty cool with the idea ofmy crossdressing. She encouraged me to dress-up for her on the nights wehad sex. I'd pretty much always kept my body hairless, but on sex nightsI'd take a long shower,. Sometime during the night, deep into the midst of some extraordinary dreams, I felt the recognizable feeling of another orgasm coming forth. Meanwhile the dream seemed so real, as I felt myself getting hot and covered with a drenching sweat. From amongst my thoughts and dreams though, I heard a soft moan, to which I responded in kind before erupting. While my breathing slowed and I relaxed after that seemingly vivid dream, I started and felt a rush of fear as I felt a soft touch of skin on my. “You know about them?” Lisa asked, raising her eyebrows.“I learned about them from the Praetor,” Elaine admitted. “They are recorded in our history.”“As is everything else,” Lisa smirked. “Why are you so interested in us, anyway?”Elaine smiled. It was amazing how an extra few thousand years of memory had helped her to stabilize her mind. All of her own questions were now answered, and she could see how crippled Béla, her Father and many of her sisters were with their memories of each other. "No, that will just not do, Jacques. I gave my word you would visit Monsieur Hulot, and had expected you to visit him today. Your tardy return has made me appear a liar, and now you inform us you leave tomorrow morning. It will simply not do, you have a duty to visit Hercule Hulot, or it will make me look a fool at best or a prevaricator at worst."Hercule Hulot was the local undertaker and embalmer with whom I had struck up a close friendship when recuperating at the chateau after being shot by.