The silence got a little heavy. Syd broke it by asking, "Max, did you get excited?"I was so taken aback I could hardly breath. Was Max going to be com...letely offended? Would he think Syd and I are tramps? Would he never want to speak to me again?"Ladies, I was hard as a rock. There will not be a straight guy in the audience who is not turned on." Or, a gay gal," added Syd. "And those two categories cover most of Manhattan."We laughed, breaking the ice.We chatted for a bit longer and I then. She’d have to come a little further to get the full picture of what was going on with us on the sofa. Still looking over his shoulder and not scrambling to dress, he called out, “Honey, M. and I are watching the videotape we bought last week. Don’t come in here if you’re feeling bashful,” and waited for a reply. “What?!” came the reply. It was mine too, but I didn’t say anything.I heard her set a grocery bag down and put her keys on the counter. The video was still playing. My friend smiled at. My hand stopped in mid-swipe as she popped open half of her blouse, reached inside and hauled out one very large breast. I had all of one second to look before the placed the long thick nipple in the baby's mouth. The baby began to suckle and I could see its tiny mouth working to get the milk."I'm sorry, Terry," Mrs. Franks was saying. "We believe in natural feeding and it makes no difference where we are when the baby is hungry." I had no comment and finished my work.From that point on it. A major marital crisis erupted when Joanna, coming home unexpectedly early from a church meeting, found Don watching television clad in one of her night gowns. For some time she seemed to keep losing items of nightwear and underwear. Now she discovered why. Brought up as she had been Joanna was horrified to discover her husband was a cross-dresser. Things got even worse when Don, even in his incompetent manner, found he could not perform sexually at all unless he was dressed in women’s.