She wasn't even quite sure what some of the toys were, though she could kind of guess how they were used, or at least where Jack might be putting them...Mom had quite the shopping spree, Emily mused, as she started rummaging through the bags. For some reason, she knew exactly what she was looking for, even though she'd never seen any of the bags' contents before. But quickly, she found what she wanted ... and laid them out carefully on the floor next to the bed, admiring them all for a moment. While I hadaccompanied Mother there when I was a son I was now walking in there asher pristine daughter. It was our first true Mother Daughter Day and Iwas ecstatic about this. Mother wished to continue to feminize me andknew a pampering at the salon would help weaken any masculine tendenciesthat may have still remained and help me to continue to blossom into thefeminine flower I was becoming.I wore to the salon an adorable retro styled navy blue and white polkadot off the shoulder stretch. But thisstuff happens to people sometimes, like it happened tome.If any of you readers out there know anything aboutsouthern Baptist people, you know how a preacher islooked up to. And you also know how much black menrespect their mothers and somewhat place them on apedestal as perfect, not to be bothered and thepossession of one man. Here’s my story.One Saturday, I happened past my parent’s house, so asusual, I stopped by to give greetings.I saw Pastor Brown’s car in the. ” I said upset.“About you,” she interrupted me. “In your workings.”I took a deep breath. “I know,” I replied calmer. “It’s just that compared to the amount of shit that has happened this year, my anecdotes are looking pretty pitiful.”She shrugged and took another drink of wine. “All the better,” she said. “Maybe some dull anecdotes with happy endings are all that we need right now?”“Maybe,” I said. “I’ve made the first part of Archer’s Lane free in response to the US elections, especially.