“What?”“Dad. Let’s do it. I wan to do it. It sounds hot.” Emily says with confidence, her eyes flashing wide with excitement.“Emily,” Be... says in a low voice. “I don’t think you know what this means, um what a slippery slope this is.“Dad. I am not a little girl. I’m not naive about sex and what boys.. umm, men want.” Emily says in a deliberate tone. “But, baby. Um, this is different than a young girl’s fantasies and curiosities.” Ben replies in a controlled voice.“Dad.” Emily responds. “I’m. I mean, at least that way I'll listen, and probably even learn a thing or two." They're considered star-crossed lovers." Uh-huh, that's nice. And whatever that means." You know they were brother and sister, right?" Really?" No. I just wanted to see the expression on your face." Well, as long as it wasn't the dumb look I usually save for class." You're not dumb, Josh." All I'm saying is, don't plan on me going to college with you in another year and a half." And, so who says I'm going to. “Wow, great place!” Justin said.“Thanks. Not my doing, though. Hubby’s a decorator. Such a stereotype, right?” Paul laughed and waved at the dining room table, where a group of other men sat drinking and laughing and sharing a rainbow-decorated cake.He followed Paul to the sliding glass door to the balcony, and back out into the hot, noisy, vibrating atmosphere of Pride. But now he could see the massive scale of it. The parade bobbed and swayed on its route directly below him, stretching as far. I’m about to leave when Jesus walks back in and sees me. He says something and everyone who knows Spanish almost dies laughing. It’s several minutes before I get a translation: he’d said, “Mother of God, he looks more like a Mexican bandit than any Mexican bandit I’ve ever seen or heard of. When he walks into a bank they’ll hand the money over before he even asks.” Even I have to admit I look to have a heavy load of guns and it’s a good line. I’m sure some think it’s excessive fire power, but.