"It'll encourage her to deny--"Steve Douglas held up his hand, "You can write about being a boy, a guy, or a man, or even a giraffe, but after you've ...ritten your contribution to the family discussion about being a girl." Hey! Me, too?" Winnie asked. "Can I write about being a superhero, or something? Like Superman?!" You'd be better off writing about being Super-girl," Tammy told her."Whatever gets them into the habit of writing," their father said. "As an engineer, I'm constantly having to. "I pulled a small iron basin from a nearby credanza and attached it to a steel bar that lifted off the X frame. I then attached the free end of the clear plastic tube from Eleanor's plug and attached it to the basin near the bottom. I undid my fly and filled the basin with warm piss.I then opened the cabinet under the frame and removed three electrodes - one small pad and two clamps. I take great joy in attaching the clamps to Eleanor's lewdly displayed nipples. The small pad attached just. ”“Gay!” I muttered. “I go through all this just to be near you and you think I’m gay.”“All what?” she asked.“I’d been in college for two whole weeks when you called me a masher. You were disgusted with me. I couldn’t stand the thought of the girl I was all gaga for being disgusted with me. And I also couldn’t stand the thought of not being around you. I needed to see you every day. I needed to hear your voice. It was an addiction. I was a junkie and you were my heroin. But I didn’t want to kick. I kept looking and still no sounds. No wildlife, no anything.I grew cold. The hairs on my arms stood on end, this clearing was quite covered by the trees, the shade covered most of the area around me. I saw a trail to my left, with one final scan I moved.The front of my shirt is damp with perspiration as I walked quickly for the trail. It looked as though this trail was the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel, I could see the sunlight on the other side. I was almost there.Suddenly I felt.