She stared at the mountains the very mountains she had been at just a few hours ago. She tried to wonder where he might be. Her tears flowed, and the ...mountains became blurry.Carol's bed room door opened, and she whirled around to see who was entering.Her mom stood in the doorway. “Baby I know you are hurting and you will get over it. But baby you need to let it go, it's just the way things are in this world. Men cheat, and we still love them and care for them.”Carol’s anger raged, she grabbed a. One popular game that afternoon was yanking down tube tops or untying halters and bikinis, exposing each other’s boobs. Tracy started it, sneaking up behind me while I was sitting at the picnic table, and undoing my red halter. My pale white titties flopped around as I scrambled to cover up. I don’t understand why I was the target, my breasts are probably the smallest of all the girls there that day. I would have thought Laurie, with her red white & blue bikini top, that could barely contain. Had I still been my old self, I'd have been practically drooling onmyself.But I wasn't my old guy self, not entirely at least. I could tell shewas a knock out, but for some reason that didn't, how should I put this,do it for me anymore. Whether it was my young age, the gender change, orboth that had so altered my perspective, I couldn't say. I mean, Ididn't think I was attracted to guys either. Later, when I grew up some,would I start to like guys? Would I return to liking girls? Frankly. She was working so they didn’t have much time but it was perfect, complete with a blanket on the ground, fruit, sandwiches and sweet tea. They talked in more complex about their lives and what lead them each to the paths where they are today but they made sure not to cross any marital lines other than lightly touching each other’s arms while talking. They even talked Jesus a little because the intriguing gentleman knew that Jesus plays a huge part in her life. The next day after their picnic.