I noted that darker band of her pantyhose I’d got a glimpse of earlier and her panties were those full bottomed ones worn by women of a certain age ...and school girls. I was transfixed staring at her sexy bottom and drinking in the delicious view. I desperately wanted to put my hands on her bum and see what those delectable buns felt like but I didn’t want to rush my fences. My trance was broken by Aunt Joan.‘Bill … stop ogling my bottom young man and get on with the job in hand’ ‘I wasn’t ogling. Sheshouldn't be feeling this away about someone she had met just a shorttime ago, but she didn't want to stop holding him. She had to go hometo finish her thesis and earn her doctorate. She wished that she couldstay here too, but she had no way to support herself. She didn't thinkshe could get a job at the diner or the mercantile. Even if she did, itwouldn't support her.She mashed her face harder against Pat's shoulder as her tears startedto run freely. She needed and wanted to go home,. . I really thought you were a girl...I..."I looked at the tall transsexual, and realized how badly I flew off thehandle.Tracey stood up. "I'm sorry..." She walked out of the room."Tracey!" I said. I turned to Mrs. Piper. "Where's she going?"Mrs. Piper shrugged. "I don't know. I guess she's ashamed of herself formaking the mistake. She's a transsexual, Danny..." I knew that." You did? Did she tell you?" I figured it out."Mrs. Piper looked at me in the eye."I should have known," she said. "I keep. Sometimes she speaks to me freely about how many men in the society lust after her, during her often scandalous gossips. But the favorite topic of her gossips is mostly regarding relationships, scandalous, babies, affairs & the attention from men. Just the other day she was telling about a gentleman in our locality was staring at her cleavage, while she was bent down to drink water at a nearby tap. I am the worm in the apple, always in anticipation of an opportunity to get closer to her assets..