I just call it that by myself.” “It’s called a cunt, Angelique. It’s a beautiful thing and not at all like a weasel.” I’ll call it a cunt ...f it pleases Father, but to myself it will still be my weasel. Weasel seems more friendly than cunt. “Do you know what it’s for, Angelique?” I know it’s for peeing and getting the curse, but I don’t think that’s the answer he wants. “I’m not sure, Father,” I say. It‘s for men, my dear. God made that for men.” “Whenever the subway is crowded, men touch me. This feels, I don't know, like a command performance. “I feel silly,” I say. “Let me take off these sandals.” “You look great, “ he replies. “Your ass is beautiful and I love the muscles in your back. Turn around.” I turn around. He has taken his jacket, shoes and tie off and is unbuttoning his dress shirt. This is the first time I've seen him without a tie. His eyes are dark from this angle and are full of heat. He has the build of a basketball player. Maybe a point guard, I think. About. Neither set of parents had ever called me Robert or Bob. When I got to the third grade, I thought Jimmy was too babyish and insisted on being called Jim.All of this led to a problem when I got to the fourth grade. We had a new teacher, who didn't know any of us. On checking attendance the first day, she called out 'Robert Watson'. No one answered."Is Robert James Watson here?" she said again in a very cross voice."Yes," I finally answered, "but everyone calls me Jim." Your first name is Robert,. " I agreed to take it up when Colleen, Mr. Bell, and I had our weekly lunch session and we'd approve a package just for her, that would keep Dorothy with us for the rest of her working life.Mr. Bell had his own agenda of things to discuss, so he went on. "Jack says he is very grateful for the apartment you built him on the second floor, and looks forward to a long and happy stay with us, full time. Head of Operational Security is a good title for him. I think he feels it's complimentary."It was.