"It's true that I can'tbe a girl in every possible way, but I am more girl than you think." Iput his hand on my left breast, and said, "And better tha... most! I'm agirl by choice, not an accident of birth! Besides that, what I am notdoesn't really matter, because none of the girls I know put out, sowhat's the difference? I want you to accept me for what I am Greg, butif you can't, then I don't think I want you as a friend no matter how Idress!"I sat back down, tears coming to my eyes. He did not. As for Stevie, he didn't really care what people thought of him, he was his own man and loved the life he lived.It was a Friday in late September that things went pear shaped for Stevie as he prepared for his next trip leaving on Monday morning. A text message summoned him into head office and he cursed the inconvenience. An hour later, Stevie sauntered into the Area Managers office after harassing his secretary, an old habit he just couldn't resist. He should've known by the amused and knowing. I arrived home that night to Reginald's mansion, it was the first time Ihad a good chance to appreciate the luxury of being the wife of aLancaster. However, I needed to have an urgent talk with him. I foundhim downstairs watching television and smoking his pipe. I told himabout my first night at the Fag Cats Club. I said I didn't like the job.Reginald asked me, "Why don't you like it? You aren't bonding with theother cats?"I responded, "Oh that's not a problem, the cats are great, those. “You all right?” he says.I nod.“Bit of a shock, that.”He sits and stares at his own glass, then looks up at me.Now I can see him properly, it’s clear that he is about the same age as Mutant John, but hewn from a very different material. I cannot see this man keeling over with a heart attack. I cannot see him keeling over with anything. He is an old-school generational farmer, a tenth son of a tenth son, made to withstand the constant unreason of crop, weather, animal, food politics and the.