Don’t get me wrong, I’m not butch, nor did I ever have a desire for women, I just have an affinity for men as a social group. That is as long as t...ey don’t get crude, which men seem to digress to given the chance. I am a woman, but I guess I never have had the more frilly womanly characteristics. The down side of my genetic makeup has always been found in the relationship with my wonderful husband, Jon. I say wonderful because he has stuck with me through all my peculiar habits, and has abided. “Please.”He ignores me.“I’d never let you fake it,” he says and there’s something dark and wistful in his voice. “Lana, you know what you want. You know what makes sense. Why can’t you just – live?”“You don’t know what I want.”“I know you want me.”I let my eyes move over him.“You?” I breathe, “Why the hell would I want you?”He doesn’t buy it. He’s not even insulted.“’Cause we’re both the same. We know how to talk, how to fuck. You keep up this act long enough and it’ll stop being an act.”“It’s. I walked to the other baseline. Then she placed a setter on each side of the net. She then made two lines of the remaining team members. Each of the lines was to take the serve, and pass it to the setter. Then the lines would switch.Tiffany served the first ball across to my side, and the girl passed the serve to the setter. It could have been higher, but it was workable. When it was my turn to serve, everyone looked at me. I threw the ball up, took two steps, and hit a powerful overhand serve.. She finished high school and was accepted to the university on a science scholarship. One weekend she was cleaning the house she was 18 and a guy’s cousin from the city was visiting and they hit it off. They spent the weekend together at this mansion and Sunday evening he said, ‘I am having a small party Friday night and I would like you to go to it with me.’ His name was Derek Saunders. Sheila seized this opportunity, as a stepping stone, to get out of this small community, and start mingling.