His body was, for lack of a better word, there, his figure being neither tall nor short, firm nor flabby. A short mop of sandy blond capped his all-to...-innocent facade. Even though his view was directed across the car, I could see those baby blues were streaked with a little red. My eyelids fluttered, as if to blink away my disbelief. Men don’t cry, do they? And they sure as hell don’t admit it! For no reason I could put my finger upon, I found myself staring at Oliver for more of the trip. The vinaigrette was made from white wine, extra virgin olive oil, mustard, salt and pepper. She threw in some finely diced chili peppers, only because they were going to go bad, and she prided herself on deviating from every recipe at least in one respect. While she cooked the pasta in a pot, she wondered if Ralph had anything to do with the sisterhood. Perhaps there was a brotherhood. Certainly he was gorgeous, so he could be someone’s idea of their perfect physical self. She wouldn’t be. The room was warm from the logs burning in the fireplace, and I began to feel a different kind of warmth inside me. While in public she gave me some anxious or slightly embarrassing moments, in private I was beginning to enjoy her kinkiness. Was it obvious to others or was it just my imagination, or did it really matter? Perhaps I was being too much of a prude, my upbringing had made me this way. I thought of Alan and other men I’d had relations with, while I’d enjoyed the sex with them,. It must have been verydifficult for Mother to have her husband leave her when she was pregnantwith me. My mother and sister are the reason I have become the person Iam today.My mother and sister were both dominate and were the queen and princessof the household. They both despised my father for leaving them and didnot wish for me to turn into the man he was. For instance, I was notallowed to partake in sports because my father was a sports fanatic. Iwas allowed to play with my Barbie Dolls.