Don't I? Hmmmm? Yes, I can see that you can't take your eyes off of my little dickiebird... You like little boys like me who want to be girls... Don't...you sweetie?" he said out loud.But to himself he thought, "Gee, this is fun... No more trying to get the boys in our building to let me dress up for them so I can suck them off... And maybe, if I am lucky, I won't have to beg for a little cream to drink down my starving throat cuz I have a feeling Mr. Barker has a ton of cream just waiting for me. And I would..." It was hard to get the words out. "...would touch you everywhere. With my hands and... mouth."Feeling faintish, I leaned against him for support. He took that thewrong way too, wrapping his one arm around me and cupping my chin in hisrough hand. He turned my face up toward his and began to bring hismouth toward mine. Just as I was about to either lose consciousness orhave a panic attack, Stan laughed and released me. He went to my wife,took her in his arms, and delivered. Devers out of the room I moped. What kind of a thug was I turning into? If, by some remote chance, Maria might forgive my betrayal she'd probably avoid me just because I was so damn dangerous to be around.Shit! Somehow I had to quit getting into these situations where I might kill someone or sooner or later I would succeed -- if I hadn't already. I felt another session of Ms. Andrews's anger management training coming on.Not for the first time I thought maybe I should become a nun.Not a viable. If people had to rely upon me to shuttle notes back and forth, nothing would ever get done,” Sherry said absently.“Well, I’m trying to deliver it to you,” Otterly said waving the note around trying to get her mother to notice it.“Oh. I guess I should read it,” Sherry said taking the note from Otterly.Sherry read the note and frowned. “This is ridiculous. She demands that I be there at ten in the morning. Doesn’t she know how early that is?”“It’s actually kind of late in the day,” Otterly.