." But I mind, won't you at least let me explain the last days, what was on my mind, what was in my soul? Why I seemed an autistic. It wasn't that I d...n't want a child it is I'm afraid, I have a son around your age and my childbirth labor was very long and complicated before his birth." She paused, thinking, I assume, trying to explain herself so she could get to me, to my obtuse mind closed to anything that was not my anguish and sorrow."Don't you see it's not I don't love you, it was a. "You seek the wrath of God by daring to support that child of Satan!" TheReverend continued."My God does not teach a message of hate," Steve replied."You dare to instruct me? A mere child?" Out of the mouths of babes," Steve grinned."This child is misguided," the Reverend proclaimed. "God has made us inhis image and to dare to change that image is a mortal sin against Hiswill and His plan for us. Repent your blasphemy here child and God willforgive you." No, thanks anyways. As I said, my God. I didn't think of myself as a prude, but it had me wondering."OK, let's put this on in the player out there," I said as I had one of the lesbian DVDs in my hand.She seemed gitty to get that in the player. So, she ran out of there, and I followed. She went directly to the player, and I turned on the TV sets. She started the player and after the FBI warning and everything else came up, the title showed up on the menu. "Oh, Kittens and their MILF," I said.It was one where younger ladies, and older. It was too late for that. I kept walking, meaning to pass close by her but not intrude, and continue on my way. At a reasonably close range I raised a hand in greeting, and kept on walking. When I was about even with her, she spoke. She wasn’t that loud, and was still a good distance away, but I understood her.“Hi!” she said. “How are you this evening?”That was all I needed, that was basically an invitation to stop and talk. And now ... now I was close enough to tell that she wasn’t some.