I told daddy that Brian said the same thing.I'm walking out the door with daddy and to my car. Daddy opens the door for me and gives me a kiss along ...ith a pat on my ass. He tells me good luck and to have a good day. As I'm driving to the store, Julie calls and says she will have me a frozen cappuccino and a biscotti, waiting. I smiled and said thank you.I get to the store and see Julie's car parked in back, already. Thinking to myself, that she is prompt. I walk to the front of the store. I worry about selfishness and the pain itcauses others and wonder at the anger that seems to come from nowherefrom people I don't know and why it has to be me that walks away. AndI.. well it's simply about being me. Not sex or clothes or any of theother so called feminine accoutrements. Yes I wear a skirt and I do havesome makeup on and part of me enjoys and feels right doing it. But it'snot that..." "So you wear skirts and makeup and yet that is not part of it? So if Iwere to say, fine we will. .”“Whoa whoa whoa whoa,” I said. “Lifting and dropping? I lift forks and drop pearls of wisdom. I don’t even exercise when it’s fifteen degrees, never mind forty-six.”John put his hand on my shoulder.“Yeah, no kidding. Relax, we know you got issues with PE. Lifting and dropping ain’t what you think it is. Let’s see how you do on the firing range, okay?”Mediocre. That’s how I did. About as well as you’d expect from a man who has spent no more than about four hours on a firing range, and spent. I guess she was a little more surprised than I was, and, of course, we talked about it a little, … and about our … experience, y’know. She’s almost twenty-five, I guess, and certainly sleeps with guys, and as she admitted, had let them do it to her, y’know,’ and she glanced at me again, and I nodded as she added: ‘All the guys in France want to, … well, those she has met, and, … well, … she asked if we had, … no, she asked if I had. I just said ‘yes’, and she went on, that the guys wanted her.