."Surely it was a dream I told myself spinning round like Dorothy anddeciding not to get rid of the boa after all. I sat down...A change had happened... I was getting in touch with my feeling so I sangagain, "What's this?" What was this change? Was I becoming one of them?"Let's see," I sang to myself.Then I lifted my left leg and rubbed it with my left arm. "I feel sexy."it was something about crossdressing Frank'n'Furter knew I was not just arepressed homosexual but a repressed. ‘friend’ ... the dinner special if you can manage it before this 24-hour joint closes.”Trudy laughed and assured us we would get something to eat, “It shouldn’t take long. I will bring it right out,” and walked toward the kitchen.Jenny told me, “Don’t mind, Trudy. She is good to the working girls and keeps an eye on things around here. But she has no love for the pimps or the guys she thinks might try to take advantage of us. So what do you have in that envelope you have been holding?”I opened. I suppose we should get your luggage." I don't have much. Most of it I sent to my folks." They began to walk slowly up the concourse, their arms around each other, her head resting on his shoulder."There's been a change of plans. I'm going to visit them for a couple of days before going on to San Juan." He grinned. "And then try to explain why I threw a 2-2 fastball down and in to Bernie Williams."She couldn't remember the details of the game, but she nodded. "He tagged it." That was a phrase. Anyway, she'll even touch me. She touches me ... down there. She touches IT. She plays with it. And then she'll just stop and say it's time to get up." Seriously?" I'm not kidding, Mom! It has happened many times." Honey ... that's just ... not right. And you've talked to her about it?" Yes! I've told her how unbelievably frustrating it is. She says I should just tell her what I want. Sure! She has her hand on my hard-on and I'm clearly enjoying her touching it! I make sure she knows that! Do I.