"Sorry, I just can't seem to get into chicks," Craig said. "Before I came out, I tried to act like I liked girls, but to no avail. I just like guys, t...at's all." Well, I guess I could always blindfold you, have Brad get it up and then jump on you," Cindy giggled."Cindy, you are crazy," Sally said."No I'm not, I'm horny!" Cindy giggled."I thought I took care of that yesterday," Sally said."You took care of my girl horny, but not my boy horny," Cindy said. "I just need to get laid. Too bad you. Wasn’t any woman working in a man’s house prostituting herself? Maybe, not in the obvious way, but just the same… what would you call replacing the wife’s duties? In that, she knew she had also fallen into thinking that of herself. With the extra income now that she was officially working and the advantages of living within his household, they would do all right. At least, there was no miserable white woman telling her what to do and how to do it… those that never did a lick of work were. I just didn’t have the heart to answer it. I let voice mail pick it up and finished putting away the groceries. When I was done, I sat in my chair and listened to the message.“Hey Jeff, it’s me, I ... I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas. I know it’s not what you ... I mean ... I was hoping ... Oh hell, take care, talk to you later.” was the message.Funny, I thought. We went from being so close, to an unsigned letter and a strained voice mail in a few months. Life changes so fast. And then came the moment in which the first dance was announced, andindeed he invited me. Would I have done that in his place? At the nextball we'll find out because I'll be wearing a suit!The dance came off astonishingly well. He was a perfect dancer, and hemade my own imperfection less visible. Thank God he was satisfied withone dance. It was a really strange feeling to be in the arms of a boy. Ihad never before - aside from a few brawls - had such close contact to aboy.I had thought it would.