The time had arrived for me to travel to see Tranny G, yet something felt different. I mentioned that HE is a soldier and really, I was never angry about the rape. It was such an experience, that I wander back to and repeat in my mind again and again, wet with the memories of the fear, the fight, the ultimate pleasure. I might as well tell you that I see myself as the happiest swinger. I have playmates and play dates, and other trips I take. Yet the two most important men are my husband and my boyfriend/girlfriend. I never knew two people could exist in my life this way yet it happened. My soldier is Chris and we e-mailed constantly about my next trip.
Yet something had begun to change since my last visit. I would hear from my beloved Chris and my beloved Tranny G many times throughout the day. Last month after Tranny G and I competed for earning money sucking cock, remember she earned so much money, far more than I did! Sure, I was jealous but it quickly passed. Yet during the last month I received more and more e-mails from Chris and fewer from Tranny G. She stopped sending pictures of her new outfits and wigs, and slowly the e-mails transformed into brief sentences, then suddenly they stopped. Chris and I were e-mailing more and more and the strength of that connection helped nurse my hurt feelings.
I arrived from the airport and when I entered his room, Chris sat me on the bed and told me he had news to share. He felt it unfair to do so by e-mail or phone and that I needed to hear this from him first. He told me that my beloved Tranny G had cheated on me! I tried to hold back the tears as he told me the story. I thought she loved me and needed me! She said she could not do this without me. I knew in my broken heart that what he was about to tell me was deep down what I wanted most for her - to be a confident woman who could thrive on her own without me. When did I stop helping and start enabling? I selfishly wanted her for myself but knew inside she would eventually be unfaithful to me.
