She began to stammer: “I ... uh ... I don’t ... I don’t think...” I nodded. “See,” I interrupted her, “we’ve got this weird little tab...o thing about the female body where it needs to conform to a certain idea, and if it deviates from that, you’ll almost be outcast. Like, if you keep your armpits, or even your pussy unshaved, you’re somehow less accepted than the skankiest crack-whore. Consequently, only people who don’t care much about social acceptance, like artists or hippies, stay unshaved.. Not like her birth certificate ... Maryanne."Shut up, LL," Daddy said it. Surprised the fuck out of me.Lucile Louise came down on him like a ton of bricks off the roof of a 40 story apartment building."Lucile?" Daddy was asking, "Do you remember those papers you signed before the wedding?" The license? Sure." The license came after the wedding. You really should have read the papers."Lou's eyebrows reached the ceiling ... detached themselves and plastered all over the overhead ... Messy.. "I'll never wear those. Especially that one." I pointed at the redbra."Oh you never know. Boys love a little color."I shook my head in frustration.Lynn put her hands on her hips. "What? Are you going to tell that youaren't into guys?"I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. "What??? Me ... No."Lynn smiled. "I know you. It's cool. I have lots of gay friends." I'm not gay!" At least that's what Sam said."Whatever. Put on the black one."I shook my head."Come on. If you put it on I will. ”“I’d rather be in Sand Troops,” Lily said heading off to her bedroom.“Put on a bathing suit and we’ll pretend to be in San Tropez,” her mother said.“How can I pretend to be in Sand Troops when I don’t know where it is?” Lily asked.“Just put on your swimsuit and I’ll explain it,” her mother said. She muttered, “Kids these days just don’t know how to play anymore.”Sean changed into a pair of blue jeans and a clean t-shirt. It appeared that his mother had refilled his drawer with clean shirts. He.