They’re last words to each other that weekend were a far cry from ‘goodbye’ or ‘I’ll miss you’ or ‘call me when you get home’. Carmen...was a free spirit. She believed in riding on the wings of life moving full steam ahead joyfully embracing all new challenges and adventures. On the other hand, Joella was a conservative individual. She believed in following the many rules society passed down to each and every generation without questioning authority. She never took chances. Joella felt the best. Even comments like the ones I had made about chocolate milk and cows were ‘milked’, to show how out of touch I was to the voters in the heartland. They would compare me to Al Gore, who grew up on a farm in Tennessee. The truth was that Al Gore was the son of an extremely wealthy father, Al Gore, Sr., a Tennessee Congressman and Senator. He had been born in Washington, D.C., and grew up in the Fairfax Hotel on Embassy Row. He knew even less about farming than I did!The convention gave a serious. "Everything off, Becky," I said. "You shouldn't be hiding yourself in those stupid clothes, girl," I said.He was new enough to this to blush a little when I spoke to him that way, showing his submission with his head down and eyes averted, embarrassed, and perhaps ashamed. But he obeyed. He immediately undid his tie and took it off, then unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, laying it on my desk. Meanwhile, I undid his belt and pants and pushed them down to his ankles. He was wearing panties of. Wenigstens kneifte der BH nicht, erf?hlte sich sogar irgendwie gut an. Ob das an den fehlenden Haaren lag?Nachdem ich nun ausreichend angezogen war - w?re ich eine Frau - meldetesich ein neues Gef?hl: Hunger. Ich sah auf die Uhr. Was, erst sieben?Und ich war schon joggen gewesen.Mein Magen machte mir deutlich klar, dass es Zeit f?r das Fr?hst?ck war.Mit traumwandlerischer Sicherheit fand ich mich in der K?che zurecht.F?r den Kaffee brauchte ich nur ein Kn?pfen zu dr?cken, ein anderesGer?t war.