.you really are a boy?" I stupidly asked more like awonder making time to think than a real question and Stacey's hanging headsoberly nodded. "Look......--I wasn't going to tell anyone, so you don'thave to worry about that." "I know," s/he quietly said with implicit trust that really screwed in myguilt. "So, Stacey...er, that your real name?" "Stacy--but without the 'e'," s/he vapidly enunciated. "That's neat. Guy's name sounds a girl's name just like how you look!"I quipped, my. He was doing all of this for her, couldn't she understand it? She wasn't very understanding about what was necessary, always demanding more of his time and attention than he could afford to give, as if the future didn't matter. It was always now, now... but that was like a woman, he consoled himself.The morning fog pulled up its skirts and dissolved among the tops of the buildings... The street was full of ten o'clock businessmen hurrying and stenographers dawdling and women shopping. Roger. No underwear. I would wait for you at the front of the train, between the first and second class. you would get on further down and walk thru'. The train will be packed with commuters and you'll have to push thru', they'll all be looking at your tight clothes clinging to your tight body as you make your way up to me, seeing how your leggings show off your arse and legs, looking at your camel toe and wishing you were theirs. When you find me you'll stand in front of me, close, facing away as if. I think I love her, and goddamn is she beautiful.Another reason I stay with Kelly is because she has a fantastic relationship with my parents, and so do I. It's great that we can share my respect and affection for Frank and Sue, the wonderful people who conceived, raised, and supported me into adulthood. She loves them and they love her, and so do I, and a little bit of intoxicated infidelity isn't going to change that between us.Tonight the 'rents and Kelly and I are headed to a bar and dance.