"Yes ma'am." He turned away with his heart poundingand caught a glance of his reflection in the window. His face wasplastered in a warm tan foundation...and his eyes were ringed with linerand thick mascara. His hair was up in two bunches and he wore his newblack and white A-line dress. He'd wanted to try something new forClarissa; it would cheer her up he thought. Suddenly he was crying; hehadn't felt it coming, but it came nevertheless. He was losing control.Vaguely, he heard the argument. How women viewed Angelo's indiscretions usually determined how Antonia responded. In this case though, she wasn't sure how to respond. "I would prefer he enjoy those activities that I do not with another woman. It's more common than you might think." Oh I know it's very common," replied Jane with a smile. "But that wasn't what I meant. Elaine hasn't said as much -- in fact she hasn't said anything -- but it's clear that you are part of that dynamic. You're as much of a sexual dominant as he is,. I ran about the place banging my hand on items and naming them for the locals. Here things were one sided for the most part. The locals had no words for ‘gate, fence, and table’. When I pointed to a mattress Sygor gave me the same word he’d used for sleeping furs. I’d shown him my bedroll first. When he did, I told him no in his own language. I then emphasized the difference between a bedroll and a mattress. After that, I did the same with blanket versus fur, showing Sygor the difference in. The man was living in the apartment himself but was alone and needed some help with the rent so he let one of his rooms to my friend. The first weeks were quite normal, my friend told me, but one evening when he just was about to go to bed the old man opened the door and asked if he could come in and talk. My friend was a bit puzzled but said OK. The man sat down on his bed and looked at my friend and suddenly he said that he had been watching him ever since he moved in and he could not help.