There was a funny little store, The Holistic Health Store. There were, as I expected, window displays of fruit juice drinks,herbal teas, bran cookies,...that sort of thing, but what caught myeye was a huge color illustration of the human digestive tract,like in a medical text, or something. On a whim, I went in. A gray haired old man greeted me: "Can I help you, madame?" "Uh, do you have some no-fat yogurt?" "Yes, of course." I bought one, lemon flavor, took a plastic spoon, and. I had my carbine up and a round up the spout.I heard the laughter a few minutes later. It was boisterous and carefree. Whoever was laughing didn’t give a damn who heard him.“Hey, dude, did you see those fucking cavemen run?” the laughing person called out to some other person. “They scattered like bloody sheep. It was hilarious to see them run.”Another voice answered the man. I could hear it, but just barely, and I definitely couldn’t make out what the other person was saying. Obviously that. One night I saw that the police was doing a raid near my office when I was cruising around. I turned into a dark side street and two girls came running to my car, begging me to help them. I let them into the car and went on. Both girls were in front with me and I immediately noticed that both were transvestites. They told me that they had seen the police and were trying to avoid them and at the same time seeking for action somewhere else. “But (said the one directly next to me) maybe we don’t. ." she started."I've never had a brother and I always wished that I had one," I interrupted letting her know I would take my responsibility seriously.She smiled, "Of course."And so, I once again pursued a relationship with Elizabeth. It was strange in some ways since she was now a mature woman and I physically was still a youth. I know she thought of any possible entanglement that way. After we had exchanged several visits, I was attending her in her library one afternoon. It reminded me of.