Yes, I know you’re still in love with me, petal, but look at yourself - dressed in stockings, high heels, that frilly dress, with your face painted like a girl, whimpering pitifully at my feet!
I need a man.
Do you get what I’m saying.
You’re not a man.
Yes - you had me deluded. I think you even had yourself deluded.
But I think this is the real you - an effeminate sissy in stockings and girlie clothes.
I think it always has been and I think you know now it always will be.
We can continue to share a house, princess. I can live with that.
But you can’t share my bed.
I need a man in my bed - not a transvestite, or a sissy, or whatever you call yourself dressed in a slinky negligé.
By all means have a good cry, but you’re sleeping in the guest bedroom and Paul’s sleeping with me.
That’s how it is.
I’m sorry.
Miss Lori had “ the talk “ with me. It was only a couple weeks before they both wanted me out of the house. It was the best couple weeks of my life !
