" Thanks," I said shyly, and we started to talk about London, Gab and thegirls and his work as a ballet dancer. It was nice and relaxed until hesudden...y asked,"Irene, are you gay?" Of course not," I snapped, "I like girls." So that makes you a lesbian," he chuckled, "face it, Irene, you looklike a pretty chick in every detail and the way you dress and how youmove screams SEX to every guy."I tried to explain that I was just fascinated by the transformation intoIrene, that it made me feel good. Suzie also accepted one, which both my parents found amusing, and Suzie was sent off for a Coke. Drinks were bourbon and bitter lemon, a sort of southern 7&7, which was okay with me, although it took Marilyn a few sips to get used to. It’s much tarter than what she normally drank. Meanwhile Suzie was peppering Marilyn with questions about college and how we met.“Well, we met at a party,” answered Marilyn, “and we just hit it off.”I laughed loudly at that, and all eyes turned to me. “Tell them. The palpable relief on his face angered SHE, tempered somewhat by his explanatory list of travels, orgies, traumas, etc. over the past few days, but flaring up when he seemed anything but eager about giving her a fuck to last her for three days since she would stay at her father's and rest before heading back having herself been on the road an excessive amount during the past few days. SHE pulled off his pants and underwear, revealing his bruised and battered penis."I told you not to break it,". As her body reacted to her mind’s morbid imaginings, another set of eyes watched her.“I pray the Lord my soul to take.” These eyes were outside Jenny’s bedroom window, and they belonged to Jarrod, a 36-year-old CPA who lived down the block. When he was in his 20s, Jarrod discovered the joys of sneaking through the neighborhood, peeping through windows. He often watched his neighbors as they changed clothes, showered, or had sex. Jenny was one of his favorite viewing subjects; he had watched her.