“I like to be humored. I like to chat. I like it when guys compliment me or give me small gifts just to make me feel good. I’m not materialistic. ... just like to have a good time.”“There’s something to be said for having a good time,” I replied.“What about you?” she asked. “I see that you're married.”I glanced down at my wedding band.“Yeah,” I replied. “Ten years. We have good times and we have our rough times, but somehow we manage to make things work.”A moment of silence passed and she asked. He relaxed, still half asleep.His eyes closed, Ben managed a light smile. "Don't stop, Lady Grace, that feels good." The hand stopped for a moment then pulled away. Ben reached out blindly until he felt a leg. He rubbed it, feeling the taut muscles beneath it and smiled. "Just because I'm awake doesn't mean you have to stop." Actually, Ben, I think it does."Ben blinked. That's not Lara's voice. It had an American accent, and it was lower, like it had been soaked in whiskey. Ben opened his eyes. I glowered at her and then stood by while she reported in. There was no information from the pathologist and nothing further from forensics. I took Anne by the arm and led her to my car stuffed her inside and drove to the office, Made my apologies for the late show and marched Anne into my small room. I took a legal pad and wrote with a texter on the top sheet in very large letters. DO NOT DO THAT AGAIN. Anne did at least look contrite. She wrote on the sheet of paper in very small letters. ‘I. Well, you get the idea." Yeah, I can see that, but what are you going to do now?" Wear baggy clothes like I have been I guess, and hope for the best. Idon't seem to have much choice!" That might work, except..." What Cheryl, tell me!" Some of the kids at school? Well, I think they already know. What I meanis, the way you walk and wave your arms around? Even the way you talk!Everyone already thinks you're either Gay or that you want to be a girl,and my guess is that if you showed up dressed like.