I wasn't sure just what. I had to find out at least whether Beth was telling the truth.Beth declared an intermission and went out to the kitchen to ma...e popcorn. I followed her."Well," she said, "how's it going?" Going?" I practically screamed, but it was really a loud whisper. "What's to go? I thought you said Steve had a thing for me! He sure isn't much of a fast mover." God, girl, are you dense," Beth said. "You don't think men have the guts to make a move in a situation like this, do you? I. Get up on your knees like this. Hold on to me." I didn't want to move at all as each twist of my muscles sent bolts of pain through me but she was insistent and soon I knelt unsteadily in an upright position with my knees and forelegs on the blanket. "I'm placing my cushion on the back of your legs dear so if you need to sit a bit it will take some of the pressure and I'm sure you'd like a drink." I did indeed. My throat was parched from all the yelling and I must have lost a lot of water from. I didn't know that femininity is the realpower, a power that reduces even the strongest man into a pile ofmush. I didn't think that anything feminine could hold that power. Iam happy She showed me the error of my ways.In the beginning, I was an every day, all American boy. I playedsports, I read comic books, and I loved video games. I also hatedgirls. Hated them, hated them, hated them. I saw no need for theirexistence. They didn't like to do the same things that I did, so Itreated them like. But knowing that kind of excitement was very naughty, she always looked away and shut it out of her mind. She knew what happened to naughty little girls. One night, six months after the death of her mommy, she was cleaning up after dinner. All that night Daddys hungry eyes had been boring into her. While she cooked, during the entire meal, and as she cleaned, Daddys eyes had been following her, giving her those uncomfortable feelings. When she had dried the last dish and put it in the cupboard,.