"...boy clothes." She helped him step out of the plastic pantsand diaper cover, taking them and the ankle ribbons from him, and heswapped his heels fo... his Mary Janes, which were right where he'd leftthem. Putting his heels into his backpack, he noticed an extra diaperin there as well. "Now go and skip along home, little maid."Purse and backpack on, he curtsied to her with a melodious jingle."Yes, Your Highness. Thank you for letting me do your chores!" You are very welcome. Fear not; I shall. For the last few months all my spare time has been spent at the library studying for the CPA exam.If I can pass that sucker then maybe--just maybe--I can get a job that will front me enough cash to get off the street.I've got a bike to get around with (and a decent lock on this one!), a backpack with my life in it, a couple blankets and a wool pea coat. I found a suit without too much wear on it at the thrift store as well as a pair of dress shoes.These last two months of dish washing has been. Emile played their National Director like a ... well, violin. Mamie Travers would have been an anti-Vietnam protester had she been of age back in the day. But she didn’t dress like a hippie. The Boston native — parents were both professors at Taft University — dressed as if attending a Board meeting. Serious Hilary pantsuit, blouse buttoned to the neck. Flats.Tortoiseshell glasses, although she didn’t need them. She wanted to project an air of authority; instead the 28-year old looked like a. Alyssa chimed in too. “Yeah, brother-doodle. You’re in college now. Shouldn’t you be experimenting?”I looked from one woman to the other. Nobody at home ever tried to get me to drink alcohol. We didn’t really need it. If someone wanted to fool around, a couple of hints went a long way. Was this their idea of those hints, or was something else going on?I sat down. “If you two have something in mind for tonight, out with it. You don’t need to try to get me drunk to find out whether I’m.