She came over with the coffee pot, poured me another cup and sat on my lap. ‘Something’s going on with the Robinsons.’ I handed her the paper a...nd pointed to the report on Cynthia. ‘First George Hamilton, the guy that was trying to seduce Cynthia, dies in a boating accident and a few weeks later Cynthia is found dead.’ ‘People die all the time,’ Abby replied. ‘It’s just a coincidence.’ ‘When two people who know each other die, it’s a coincidence. When those same people know each other the way. Uncle didn't like it when I flirted with his friends but I did it anyway. He was jealous and I could see the anger in the look he gave me every time I was around his buddy, teasing him. But we never hooked up just because he thought uncle wouldn't be ok with him fucking his slutty little niece. After all they'd been friends since forever. He invited me over to hang out with him and his friends.We had fun. During the night he kept on giving me that horny look that slid along my face and ended up. The time had arrived to lay all my cards on the table, to bring the path forward into greater focus.At three o'clock on Friday, with the first week of training out of the way, I boarded a public bus. This would be the first leg in a serpentine excursion that required nearly two hours and three different buses. By the time I'd arrived at Wendy's workplace, securing a more efficient means of transportation had moved to the head of my to-do list.Wendy was in the process of wrapping things up for. We got braver and braver with how far we were going sexually too. For awhile we just touched each other a bit and dry humped on the couch. Ihave to admit I started looking forward to touching him as much as I wasbeing able to dress up in front of him. When I was alone I would thinkabout all the great things that I was doing with him and I would getinstantly hard. I still didn't think I was gay and figured it was justbecause I loved wearing women's clothing around someone else that I wasthinking.