It was just something you had to accept. Especially if a wife wanted to maintain a happy family. At first, it had come as a shock to Jennifer when she...discovered that Kenneth regularly slept with prostitutes whenever he was away on business trips. The other wives assured her this was natural for men. They were always like that. It was just what men were like. She had no choice: like it or lump it.Up till now, there had always been some pretence of a distance between her husband's whoring, often. " Severalofficers surrounded Randi as she sat there, her natural blushovertaking the makeup. The first officer climbed into Randi's carand felt around, then opened the console. He came out with a smallmedicine jar with one small bud in it."Shit! I forgot all about that," Randi thought."Ma'am you're under arrest for possession of marijuana." Oh my gawd! I'm gonna be taken to jail like this?!?!" This wasway too much."You need to get those handcuffs off. Where are they keys?"The officer sat. I was surprised as well. The leader of the hunting party was Makor. He glowered at me for a moment or two, as if sizing me up, and then he spat back a reply.“Leave here, dog,” Makor ordered vehemently, sneering at me as he did, “and take your women with you. These are our lands.”That was the only thing the man got to say. I didn’t hesitate. Makor was armed with a spear. He was holding it in one hand, thrusting it about in the air as if to accentuate his words, but that was all he was doing with. I would not be one anywhere. I would not like to be a boy. I would not like it, Call-Me-Roy.Roy: Would you be one in a car? Would you be one at a bar?Girl: Not in a car, not at a bar. Not in the pool, not at a school. I would not be one here or there. I would not be one anywhere. I would not like to be a boy. I would not like it, Call-Me-Roy.Roy: Would you be one at a dance? Would you be one wearing pants?Girl: Not at a dance, not wearing pants. .