"I pulled my head back to look into Melissa's face. All I saw was caring, concern, softness; not a hint of anger at my attack nor any defiance on her ...art."Why do you want to hurt your husband so much, Melissa? He loves you very much." I'm not sure, Ginny. I love him too. I don't know if I really want to hurt him, or if I wanted to hurt you and your mother for shaming me. Or maybe I'm just a slut like Granny." Don't talk like that about me, child, even joking. If it weren't for sluts, you. We'll have to keep an eye onthat." My Estrogen levels? Huh, I guess wearing all these skirts anddresses really had done something to me. Then the other shoe dropped inmy mind. E-pills. The E must not have been for Erection after all. I waspretty sure that telling the good doctor that I had been inadvertentlygiving myself low doses of estrogen for a couple months now probablywasn't going to help things along, so I just nodded noncommittally.Doctor Lee then continued once more. "So, here at the. He told me I was making him hard. He told me that after dinner I was going to follow him home. I began to get hard again knowing that I was about to be used. I couldn't wait for the check to come. I tipped the waitress hard and we walked outside. The valet grabbed my truck.I waited for the valet to get his. He pulled past me and I began to follow him home. He texted me while we were driving and told me to park in the driveway. I followed him inside and he told me to go into the shower and. ”“Yes, we are, though I do have to head back and start writing.”As we walked back words felt unnecessary, which may have been a good thing as I wasn’t sure how I could actually write a humorous article that respected what Fleur had shown me.And yet, after continuous editing, I managed just that; the Sunday feature was a remarkable success. Fleur loved the clarity with which I explained what to her and other ecosexuals was plain common sense. My editor thought the same words cleverly amusing..