He was filled with anger and disgust for the straits he found himself in. How he had sunk so low as to steal food from poor people? Yet he knew he wou...d steal and do even worse things to feed his family. He carried his load of food back to the old house where his family waited for him.The next day he trudged into the town of Woodman and found others, all equally desperate men, ahead of him also looking for work. After he wandered the town all day, even knocking on the doors of private. Was this the sensation of femininity his mother spoke of? Wasthis all a part of exploring his inner girl? Whatever it was it almostfelt natural to him. He could not deny there was a certain allure to thisdistinctly feminine experience as a strong feeling of guilt and shameoverwhelmed him.?I?m not a girl...I?m not a girl...I?m not a girl,? he muttered under hisbreath with determination. ?I?m not a girl...I don?t like getting my haircurled like a girl because I?m not a girl!? he said. And how long it took for us to actually get together. And why. Which goes back to your question where my answer was to take a step back.”“I’m not sure I like where this is going.”“Janey, if we can’t have this discussion, as adults, where we’re going is exactly nowhere. We’ll have great sex for a time, but then something will change, and we’ll drift apart or have a fight or meet someone else and decide what we have isn’t good enough.”“You’re sleeping with someone you don’t want to stop sleeping. OK. Now, if you came home and heard, 'Oh, God, Oh, God, Yes, Yes, Yes. Oh God that's so big and hard, Do my ass, too, harder, please, please don't stop, ' or various repetitions and renditions thereof emanating from your daughter's bedroom, screamed in a loud and excited manner, what would you think? Right! You keep a shotgun in the closet for just such an instance.Unfortunately, it was Sally and Nicole who came home from a foreshortened day of shopping, as Nicole was being a real bitch..