-hameeda, how are you? Hey imad-He smiled at imad and he smiled back as well.-Omar, no offense but, I did not think it is wise for hameeda to come bac... home alone in this dark time so I came with her. Hope you are okay with that--oh that is fine, and thanks bro! I know you…-He patted on his shoulder and said to me,-imad is a great guy. If you must come late like this, come with him and your safety is certified, is it not, imad?--hell yeah…coz I am a Buddhist--yeah, our kung fu guy…would you. I remembered while growing up the pleasure I'd always felt when I saw myself dressed. Aunt Jessica had always said I was very pretty so I suppose this was what Mrs. Davison was seeing now. Perhaps I should have worn a bra, I used water filled balloons to fill the cups, and done my make up, she'd have fainted if she'd seen how good I could look.She stammered to whoever had rung that she'd ring back later."I'm rather loath to admit this Michael but I think I see why you don't like doing boyish. " That isn't very helpful. I've felt all along that this other Kenny of yours responds more when he's in front of you. You bring him out better than I can manage alone. I felt it in the shower, right after you and Eddie left. He wouldn't have said what I did. Maybe if you hadn't gotten all upset and left me hanging there, we could have managed to bring him out even more. All you're talking about is one side of my personality that is a little suppressed right now. It's still there. I think. I had counted on Bobby's apparent age and brash manner, pegging him as not having developed quite that level of testosterone yet. Apparently, I was right. Ever see teenage boys get into it? It generally starts as a shoving match and escalates from there. I had skipped the shoving step, not to mention I wasn't fighting like a man. Men hit with their fists. Unless they considered you too weak; that's where the whole ego thing comes in.Young Bobby was still back at square one trying to gear up for.