I handed him the tube. “Put this on – now. It will help with the itching later. And when it starts itching, put on more.”He smelled it – proba...ly thinking it would be flowery or something.“Trust me, Ry,” I said. “Fags are really good at skin-care. You don’t put that shit on you’ll be in pain this afternoon.”He squeezed some out, rubbing it on his chin, then all over his face. He shone. I was gone.“Drink your juice. It’ll help.”He did.“I thought we weren’t supposed to say that word,” he said,. “Wow! So, you like older women?” Catie now asks with a smile. “Yeah, older chicks know what they’re doing,” Aaron replies with a smile. “Are you going to see her this weekend?” Catie continues her questioning, obviously warming to the subject. “Yeah, we’re going out tonight,” Aaron replies. The conversation, coupled with Catie’s obvious, though oblique, curiosity about his sex life is arousing him and his dick is starting to harden again. “Good for you! I haven’t seen my husband in months! He’s. I was... Expectedto service the customers in between dances. I couldn't even escape mysituation at home since "home" turned out to be a shitty apartment that wasinfested with bugs in the dangerous side of town where you're just as muchexpected to get raped as you are to get mugged." She then began to tear up."I just don't know what I did to deserve something like that. And then, outof the blue, while I'm "servicing" in the alley behind the strip joint, thebouncer shows up knocking out the guy. " he ran out of words,again."Can you fix it?" Mom, ever the pragmatist, asked."I don't think there's anything to fix," he responded. "There's nocancer, no apparent injury. I mean, there are still some lab testsoutstanding, but I don't think they'll come out any more abnormal thanthe ones we have." He paused long enough to catch Mom's eye. "You'rejust going to have to resign yourself to the fact that your son is nowyour daughter."The room was silent while we all thought about the.