She was angry because she had to make choices thatshe never had to make as Mike. She was angry because she felt she had nocontrol as to when, where s...e would have sex or have to be romantic orintimate. She was starting to believe that men would make those choicesfor her.Her anger turned to guilt, when she remembered her time as Mike. Mikehad never had any negative experiences, actually he had no experiencewith women, as a professional baseball player. But he had seen manyplayers treat women. ”“Who would be worst to talk to us? My mum and dad, yours, our mums together or our dads, how about Sam?” Each time I suggested someone she squirmed a little.“What about one of the guys from the house?”“Mmm.”“Diane?”“Mmm, show her what she missed.”That was veiled; I made a note to dig into that one another time. I slid my finger between her folds and into her properly, this made her bite into my neck.“Luke, honey, is my baby-girl alright?” Diane pulled at my knee and perched on it.“Yeah, I. The redhead was so heavily freckled Max could tell it from this distance, and through the window screen. She was still cuter than a button, though."Which one is your sister?" he asked Julie."The one with brown hair." The one with brown hair was really the better looking of the two. He looked at her for a moment before the similarity hit him. It was uncanny. Julie saw his reaction, and she looked at him in apparent alarm. "What's the matter?" Nothing." But you--" I said it was nothing. Shut up.". Only these ants were on roller blades and bicycles. They were playing ball and pushing prams. They were just having a great time in the sun.I wasn't.My head felt like the attic of a barn, filled with bales of moist hay. Something was brewing, smoldering inside. They say that hay can easily go up in flames that way. It sure was how I felt.The tiny lead that Onslow had given me with his drunken slur of "girlzz" had by now grown into the most fantastic paranoid nightmare I had ever heard of.Over.