Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay. She stopped moving, then stretched herself, slowly and luxuriously. Rolling onto her back, then over to face me, she smiled seductively, knowing how much what she had been doing aroused me. "Morning, honey." I smiled too. "Morning mom. I have been in heaven every second since last night. Sleeping next to you was wonderful." It was awfully nice, wasn't it." She confirmed, smiling. She raised herself on one elbow. The sheet fell away from her breasts. My eyes went to them as if drawn by a magnet,. " Oh? Well, tell him I said hello, and I'll see you when I get home. Loveyou, kiddo." Love you too," I parroted. Wow, I couldn't remember the last time I'dsaid that to my own dad. Seventh grade perhaps? I hung up the phone, thenlooked at Jackson."See?" he said, pointing at the device in my hand with a grin. "None thewiser. Now, I'm not going to try to convince you that all of yourinteractions will be that smooth. But I think between the two of us, wecan pull it off."I shook my head. "I don't. He watchedthe women ignoring his presence while they perused the racks of variousgarments.John wished that he could have such freedom, but he knew that it was neverto be. He was destined to be a repressed cross-dresser for the rest ofhis life.It was all about survival to John. The urge never left him, but he knewwhat succumbing to it would cost. There were many close calls when he wasyounger and more impulsive. The girlfriends wondering why their clotheswere stretched. A sister finding runs.

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