I tossed the semi-wet paper towels across the courtyard and into the trash can. She propped her other foot onto my legs and we kept chatting, telling ...ach other about our majors, where we lived in the dorms the year before and what we loved and hated about the Greek Life on campus.By now we were the only two people outside as the rest of the party had moved indoors. We’d had a couple more beers and she had since re-positioned herself on the bench so her feet were back on the ground and she was. . etc. Activities like shopping...reading....cooking...looking after my sistersand getting off the front stoop to hang out more with my girlfriends. But most of all, doing lots of girls things with my little sisters. Oneof the few fights that still linger on inside of me is the times I dressas a girl/lady but with men's undertones (styling). Or maybe it couldjust be who I am. As someone, once told me, "It's not a man's world or awoman's world, it's your world." Yes, it is My World. Battle On! . He did not notice Greg's long silence.It was like the time Seth had asked for Hal's guitar. Greg looked at Seth's profile as he scanned the text. He had curled the cover back over the spine taking possession of Susan's book. He could not bear to think that someone would learn how it ended when Susan never would. It was so unfair. Greg turned it over in his mind and found he could not explain that to Seth. It would be too hard and it was just a book. It was just one of many things Susan would. The evidence of his maleness was made clear to her through the filmy fabric of her costume. He lifted her veil, yet did not remove it. He brought his mouth gently down to her lips, parting them expertly with his tongue, as Jenna moaned in delight. Her delicate hands slid easily over his slippery satin costume. His shoulders were broad and well muscled. Jenna untied his cape at the throat and it slid to the floor in a satiny black pile. She untucked his shirt and started to draw it over his.