I could never be mistaken for a girl. All thiswas running around my head and feeding my emotions; emotions which wereintense embarrassment and humilia...ion. It was all too much for me. I felttears welling up and the dam that held back my feelings burst and I beganto sob uncontrollably. Auntie quickly took command of the situation. Shesat on the end of the bed and pulled me down so that I was perched on herlap, her arm firmly around my waist. "Now, now Pansy, tell Auntie what's wrong. Don't you. He and Martha married and moved forward to starting a family.Since marrying eight years ago, one part of their lives has been hard to take. It seemed to not be in the cards for them. During the next seven years of their marriage, Martha had five mischarges. Two going to the end of the second trimester. That was not counting two short pregnancies before they were married, never known to anyone other than them. They rejoiced each time Martha got pregnant, but they were only wary each time. We had a wonderful lunch and just as we said our goodbyes, his children and grandchildren began arriving for the usual Sunday afternoon gathering. Anthony and Connie were getting out of his car just as Stephanie and I were walking out to her car.“Hi Steve,” Connie said, giving me a quick hug.Anthony shook my hand, “Good to see you again.”“Sorry we have to run, but we’re on our way back to Chicago,” I said.“OK. Perhaps we’ll talk soon,” he said, his eyes telling me that he had something for me. He was well aware of this power and frequently played to it. He was like an alluring siren from Greek mythology and had an aura that was totally captivating.After an accident as a child, he has lost his left eye but had an extremely well-made prosthetic replacement. The false eye was extremely realistic and not off-putting at all. If anything, it accentuated his waiflike vulnerability.I knew I wasn’t his scene and to be honest, we liked the same kind of men. He, however, was a total bottom.