.. and tell me if it's good or not." Okay." Okay. I better go." Yeah." I'm gonna write in my diary about you." You are?" I grinned at the phone. "What...are you gonna write?" I'm not telling you!" Awww..." I love you anyway." Is that what you're gonna write?" Probably!" she giggled. "And you love me too. I'm definitely gonna write that!" I do." I'm gonna paint my toenails too. Pink, right?" Yeah." Okay!" Okay." I don't wanna hang up." Me neither." You're so cool." You're so beautiful." Bye.". 30 I was still in bed and I called her backMe – hello good morning what’s up desidedShe – hmm talked to my daughter were can we go what are your plansMe – you suggest can we go to leela palace for lunch buffetShe – it’s too far na we haveto start immmidiatlyMe – ok I will be ready in 20 min after shower and shave what about youShe – we just have to get dressedMe – what are you wearing something specialShe – what do you want me to wear sny how it’s a surpriseMe- hmm ok meet you at 12 were do I. At age 14, Vic was too young and had led too sheltered a life to realize the sexual connotations his hobby might indicate. But he was playground savvy enough not to share his pleasant obsession with anyone at school and certainly not to his mum or big sister, Katie. Was Vic gay? Was he a cross-dresser? Was he sexually turned on by his dress-up game. For that was how he thought of it, just a game. Gay, no. Cross-dresser, not in a flashy, public kind of way; this was his secret game. He delighted. That's not right for this room." Well, you said the magic word for me," I nodded. "Comfortable is the key." This is a big room," she continued. "You want a big rug and big furniture." I'll be right back," I said as I rose and headed to my office. I grabbed what I was looking for out of the closet and dragged it back to the great room."What about this?" I asked as I unrolled a large, circular rug."That's it!" Charlotte said immediately. "The colours aren't right, but the size and pattern are.