As much as I wanted to go to their room and have wild time I could not do that to my son. So I watched as the two men moved on to the next lady laying...out. After about ten minutes the three got up and headed inside. The two guys gave a high five as they neared the door to the room. Lucky her I thought to myself. My son came over and suggested we go up to our room as it was getting dark. He picked up the empty bottles of beer sitting around my chair and up we went. Once in the room we both. Obviously--"Bemariq pressed a finger on my lips. "You can be, if you want to."I pouted. "What does that mean? Is dressing like this enough?" No. It's the matter of attitude." His hand moved to my throat. Thoughhis touch was gentle, it promised strength, which could quickly chokethe life out of me. My toes curled in my shoes."How so?" I whispered."Nuance. There are men who like to dress as women, and boys who like tobe girls. I tend to prefer girls." And the latter presumably also remains. You'd just make fun of me." Would not?" Would too," she was quick to retort."OK, whatever you want. Do you have any work to do today?" Yeah, I got an email about a story from a guy with a first chapter of a new book he wants me to look over to give him a quote on how much I would charge him to fix his story." How do you decide how much to charge, anyway?" I've worked with this guy before - his first drafts are in pretty good shape. He just splits infinitives like nobodies business and uses. " I'd love to, Mandy," he said. "I truly would."He was trying to sound like girls he'd known. "Can you say thateven more fetchingly?" I asked him. "In a higher voice, sweetly,and compliantly, but with an implication that whatever you give,you expect to get something back in return!" If he was going totry to live with me as my partner, the last thing I wanted for apartner was a mindless bimbo. I wanted an equal."You show me how today and I'll help," he said. "Then tomorrowI'll take charge.