In fact she's the one who talked me out of it. 'Wait,'she said. 'Give it some thought. You'll think of something betterthan that!'" You know, Heath...r, sometimes I think it might have been better ifyou had just left me. This situation is so awkward in some ways,what we've done. It's ...well, I don't know!" Oh, sweetheart, you can't mean it! Regret all this? Just look ather! You love what we've done! You wouldn't have missed any of itfor anything in the world, would you? Feeding this. As part of the rental agreement, I made his bed everyday and cleaned his room. A couple of weeks after he moved in, I found a whole stack of adult magazines under his bed. There were Playboys and Penthouses, but there were also magazines with only pictures called things like Stockings and Lace, Bush Basher, Anal Honeys, and Big Tit Fuckers. I was amazed and shocked at what I saw in the pictures and what I read in the letters and stories. But every day, I dug another one out to read or. That's why you could never trick me, after the party." You made a switch in me?" she asked, obviously not believing me. "And what does it do, make me fall stupidly in love with you?" The bitter quality to her tone felt like a knife digging into my chest, but at least she was listening."No. I think of it as a 'happy' switch. If I move it, you will feel happier," I told her, while looking shamefully at my hands."So why don't you move it now, and just make me happy? Come on. I'm tired of feeling. Should be able to find him. Its not like hemoves...."The grave was indeed where I remembered it to be.It seemed somehow strange to walk into the graveyard on a sunny summer day,instead of visiting it in a fog, or under a full moon, but there I waswalking across the green grass, go up a gentle hill, and there it was.I looked down at the simple headstone that marked my father's resting place,and I began to talk to him."Hey Dad." Guess what? Its a girl!" I did a little twirl to show my new-made.