She asked me to take my shirt off. Ifelt a little embarrassed, but the saleswoman made me feel at ease."You are not the first guy to come in here. W... have a lot of malecustomers."I thanked her and removed my shirt. She put the tape measure around mychest in two different places, writing down the number. She thenmeasured my waist and had me pull down my jeans enough that she couldmeasure my hips. She told me I was a 38 bra size and a medium in pantysize, having a 28 inch waist. The. I might have sneaked a blood pressure cuff into the exam room, you never know.While everything was being fitted, he told me exactly what it all did. The magician was setting the stage. I said ‘gosh’ after every sentence he uttered, which annoyed him so much he stuck on the last one without speaking.“There. Done.”“Good. Can I just use the little boys room before we start?”He gave me a bewildered look.“You might have asked before!”“Actually, I could have had a slash in the ten minutes you made me. But I still couldn't move anything, and that drove me nuts.Anyways, it was after school ended that Denise and Kim started taking over those duties. I hated the fact that my sisters changed my diaper. God how I hated it. And then they washed me, and they weren't quite as careful as mama was. More than once I felt cold water hit me or they squeezed me a little too roughly when cleaning my butt. And to make it worse, they always made remarks about my diapers, like it was my fault."Holy crap,". But still, she thought, he’s a criminal. A murderer. He even killed his partner... Barely realizing it, she defended him against her own thoughts as she went on, But truth be told, his killing of his arrogant partner was probably a good thing, at least as far as his own personal survival was concerned. But, come on, Girl. You’re a physical anthropologist, not a cultural one. You only minored in cultural. So why aren’t you back in the ice cave looking for artifacts instead of wondering so much.