“Jennifer is a girlie-girl and so is her girlfriend. Steve, that phrase implies that Jennifer is a dyke. You know, butch.”“Uh, you’re totally ...osing me in slang terminology here,” I said.“Oh what a sheltered life you lead, Mr. Adams,” Bethany laughed. “I guess besides Jennifer, you don’t know any lesbians. Some of them are very masculine in the way they look or dress. That’s what Katy was implying with her comment, though I don’t know for sure if she meant it that way, or was trying to be. The guy had a pistol in his right hand, which was already smoking.– you know guys, this is what happens when you go out of orders! –Then the man with the pistol came to me, helped me stand and asked,– guess they could not molest you. If this is how they treat their women, what about…wait! Is this…you? –His face changed when he identified who I really was. He said,– Miss Fareeda Athif…w…w…what are you doing here? –I smiled at him and said,– why are you looking at me like you have seen a ghost?. Mom would walk around the house in bra and panties. Her slim tight bottom and firm g****fruit sized breasts (clothed) were simply something I never noted (just like a nude painting hanging on the wall just become part of the background). I started dating when I was 15, but the girls never hung around for long. I later discovered, from a friend who dated an ex-girlfried of mine, that mom used to find an opportunity to have a confidential chat with them and put them off me.At the age of 18 I. On the white wooden nightstand was a vaseof flowers. A shelf contained dolls, and books meant for girls, thingslike Black Beauty and Little Women, things James considered mindlessdrivel. In the closet hung dresses and skirts, and shoes lined thefloor. In a pink painted dresser, cute panties had been neatly folded,along with shorts, bras, tops, and even leotards and tights. Aunt Rosehad enrolled James in ballet classes. How he hated them.James returned his gaze back to the oval shaped mirror. He.