I had been quickly over powered by short little guy maybe eighteen years old and I suspected that if Rod had unloaded on me, my injuries would have be...n much worse than they would have been in my male persona. I began to understand that in this body the skin was more delicate, the bones somewhat more fragile. I had heard that women can handle pain better than most men though. I had also heard that it was a byproduct of hundreds of thousands of years of child bearing, and quite possibly a. Damn, did that couch feel nice. She offered me a drink but I declined. I was as happy as a clam seeing as I knew I felt good and I watched her, closely, as she walked around the apartment and got herself a glass of water. And I studied her nice, slim, and shapely looking body. “Have I ever told you just how sexy I think you are Allison?” I said. She was walking back and once I said that she stopped. She smiled. “No, tell me that again,” she told me. “I don’t mind compliments. Not like that I. People say they have seen her walking with a basket of grass, or gathering water into a flask by the stream. None have stayed longer than a few seconds, fearful of what may happen to them. Children dare each other to stand on the edge of the boundary and call out to her, they make it to the boundary, but none have ever called out. Offerings are given to shrines the village elders made in the woods, food, clothes and handmade gifts are left at the base of stacked stones. The elders told us that. Shuffling the feet... saying 'Yow-sah!' to every white man you meet," she said, somewhat irritated. "Don't you tell me how to act, Jane Hawser. Don't you dare tell me being afraid of that monster dog of yours makes me a stupid nigger!" I didn't say that..." Jane protested."Shit if that wasn't what you were getting at!" Merrilee cried. "I can't help it if I don't like dogs. And I sure don't like them the way you do!!!" Aw, Merrilee, you just never gave ol' Buckwheat a chance to show what he can.