It was truly amazing what they'd been able toaccomplish in a couple of years. We got inside the elevator andwent back up to the town."Linda," Dennis t...ld me in a cautious tone, "I took a big chanceby bringing you down here. I don't want you telling anyone aboutthis place. If the new residents knew, it would only make itharder for them to adjust if they thought someone was spying onthem all the time." But isn't that the truth?" I asked."No," Dennis remarked. "Unless they're trying to harm. He went back down to his office, booted up the computer on his desk, and loaded Pagemaker. It wasn't the greatest program for writing, but he could work right to the size of the hole. He stared at the blank, gray screen, hoping inspiration would come for a headline. He liked to start with a headline, since sometimes it could define the story, but everything he could think of was too long. Maybe the story could help him, so he bit his lip, and started,"Property owners in about half of Spearfish. Oh so wrong in many others. It started in class, math class, one day while I was daydreaming of the two football cheerleaders in the front of the class. But they are another story, haha.I had noticed hair sprouting in odd places...and any place seemed odd, since I had never sprouted hair before, anywhere other than my head. I had been having wet dreams for a couple of years...oh yeah, and the slight voice change that comes with the transition into manhood. I had seen an odd tiny little ball. ” “How has your perception changed?” “That’s hard to explain. Two things happened that made me think about my perception of woman. Once a friend told me in a somewhat drunken haze: “Erik, a woman can be equally as big of an asshole as any man. You think too highly of them. You respect them too much.” My friend told me not to put woman on a pedestal. At the time I simply discarded his comments of those coming from a drunk. Later I started to think about his comments … especially after being.