."Billy interrupted her "I don't want to be a sissy. A sissy is..." helooked at Angel and she told him again, "a 'sissy' is a feminine BOY whowants to...be treated like a limp-wristed hyper-girl I want to be a REALgirl, not a boy playing the part." I never knew there was a difference. How do you know so much?" A little, err, birdie told me." Hmmm, I don't know if I like the sound of that. However I love you, andwant to help you. Let me think about this for a while and get back toyou. Okay?" Sure,. And there wasn't enough paper to clean myself right... okay?Jessica looked at me hysterically and she laughed out loud for a moment before saying, "What?... So you were just too shy to say that when you got out?... Dude, I could've guessed that's what happened because you were in there for like almost half an hour." I chuckled at her response as I stayed quiet for a little while, thinking back to what actually occured in that restroom and thereal reason why I walked funny, still feeling the. I felt a huge pain in my heart, not to go nuclear yet. I knew she occasionally had a male friend accompany her to these shows to keep the hounds away. I saw her hands with her wedding ring shining brightly in the lights. One of the fashion reporters ran up to Janet and stuck a mic in her face. She asked who is this handsome man with you tonight Ms. Winchester. It didn’t go unnoticed that Janet did not correct her name but many married people use their given name as their professional name.. Both of these guys were no smarter than the spaceship pilot, I'll bet that they had to be potty re-trained every day! The upshot was that they knew nothing of value to us. They knew how to find the mess hall, the latrine, and their bunks and not much else, so we shot them with a 24-hour stun and left them for greener pastures.We left the control room and moved down a hall toward a main corridor. The goons had told us that they always turned right to get to their quarters, so we went left. That.