It seems like many people liked her article, and some were evenshocked. She was invited on many talk shows.Holidays were over and I was sent back to l...ve with my mom. Theextensions were cut and I was once again a boy. Mom was upset I gotearrings, but besides that life was back to normal. I was a boy at homeand going to a boy's private school. The problem was I felt so depressed.It was like there was a hole in my heart. It was like I was only a halfperson. I didn't know what it was. I just knew. That's because Jack spent most of his day going up and down that hill, fetching pails of water. His mother ran a laundry business, you see, and used a LOT of water. Because of this, Jack had procured bigger and bigger buckets, so he wouldn't have to make so many trips up and down the hill. These large buckets weighed a lot, and Jack got awfully buff carrying them.The reason he didn't want to make so many trips wasn't because he was lazy. It was because in those days, only women brought clothes. With hisnew, heightened projection because of the longline bra, this maneuverwas a sight to behold. Even his still somewhat masculine arms seemed tobe more feminine and vulnerable in doing this action. When he bent tolower the dish onto the dining room table, his curvaceous form in thatsundress cast a uniquely feminine shadow over the cutlery. In his heelsand with a upper body which he did not yet fully comprehend, I wasamazed at his ability to ward off toppling over into the asparagus.At last. But after five minutes, he saw that the crowd was too thirsty for his autograph and he walked away. He got into his flashy gold GM and sped away. ‘Wow!’ he thought, ‘the world record.’ He drove a little ways out of town to his trailer. The home of the greatest runner in the world was a ratty white trailer in a mobile home park. He ate on food stamps. But inside the trailer was a prize more valuable than the world’s largest diamond, his girlfriend. Sarah Lamb was the daughter of a rich Eugene.