My father boomed in. "Perhaps it is time you started dating Nancy." "You could not find a nicer Christian boy than Charly." He said."Oh daddy he haven...t even ask me."I stammered."He will." Said my father with confidence, "I saw him watching you."My ego went to the heavens and I went to bed dreaming about Charly. I felt a tingle in my private parts and a strange new wetness. What was happening to me?THE DATEIt was Sunday afternoon and Church was a blur. I could not believe it but it was true.. You made me feel good inside just hearing it." I can only dream about making you feel a lot better inside."I was amused that Tyler had recovered and made Mom feel kind of happy with his obvious proposition. She replied, "We'll work out together and then see if anything works out." She patted his hand. "Now, tell me what's going on here with all these people."Tyler started telling the story and handed it off to me. After I filled her in on the program and how we went about doing our work, she. I have to be honest and tell you that some of the boys were makingfun of him, calling him a sissy and talking to him in a lispy voice, butI tried to put a stop to that right away. Before he went out for recess,I kept him back for a minute and talked to him privately. I told him Ithought he looked very pretty with his new earrings. (Yes, I used thatword intentionally; I wanted him to know that it's ok for a boy to bepretty!) I also told him that sometimes kids (especially boys) could bemean. She looked down and blushed. “I was to be swapped for you,” she said.“How generous of grandfather,” I commented. “Why are you even still at home?” I asked. She was nearly seventeen.She blushed more deeply and mumbled, “He wouldn’t sell me.”“So he just used you?” I asked softly, this time not really wishing to know the answer.She nodded and left her head down. “What about Rona?” I asked. “Not yet. He has been waiting until we are sixteen.”I frowned, “Has he sold any of the granddaughters over.