That’s not to say that I hadn’t had carnal and erotic thoughts about her. I adored her face and body and the only thing that kept me at a safe dis...ance was the ring on her finger. She had been a secretary for the County for over 25 years. Kevin was a general contractor. They had a comfortable living. Maybe that was why Drea stayed with him…they had a nice home and amenities that she couldn’t have enjoyed on her own. One Tuesday night during our Autumn Season, I arrived at the bowling alley. "What'll we do, shop for dresses together? Give each other make-overs?" I meant in our civilian identities." What, you mean you don't wear dresses, lipstick and nylons as Dick Grayson? I can't believe that. How could you ever cover up those pretty legs?"I walked away from her. She put one hand on my shoulder to stop me."I'm sorry," she said. "I know you're a brave and talented superhero, or superheroine or whatever you are. But get real. Look at yourself. How can I date a boy who walks around. This big REX in Canada is called the CROWN. So here we have this Rectum Crown sitting on a foreign Tit-Head. Tit-Head?According to the Secretariat of the Commonwealth of Nations, this Regina is the Titular Head of the Crown only and possesses NO EXECUTIVE AUTHORITY IN OUR FREE COUNTRY. This rather begs the question as to why this foreign Tit Head has a standing army of Yellow Striped Rectums running around violating everyone else’s Rectums at gun point while waving their mis-begotten Rectums in. With just me and Gwen there, it felt more like a home than our parents big farm house ever had, warm and cosy. In stark contrast to the big, cold, draughty, forbidding place I had grown up in. Often in the evenings me and Gwen would sit curled up on the sofa together watching some TV or reading, happy in each others' company.One complication in helping out with the chores was my still-damaged hand. It had almost regenerated now, but there had been an annoying few times where I had difficulty..