Tyrone’s mother worked at the 2nd shift of the factory and returned close to the midnight every day. Gloria, had agreed to prepare a modest but good...home cooked meal for Tyrone, so he did not have to wait for his mother, coming home much later at night and prepare the food for herself and her son. She took something to eat at the factory cafeteria during her dinner break and the life was going on smooth, calm and fine. On a Monday evening, it was almost 7:00 PM in the when Tyrone went to her. " Bullshit my Queen. You knew I couldn't stay away." Why are you dating my daughter?" How else can I stay close to you?" Have you fucked her?" Of course." Why?" So she would keep me around and I could stay close to you." You mean that? You really mean that?" I can be packed and ready to go in an hour. We will have to stick around until the bank opens in the morning and then we can be gone." You are crazy. I can't do that!" Okay then. What do we do?" Marcus will just have to understand. He. We walk past Ann Summers and he begs to go in. I tell him they just don’t make clothes for bigger girls. I want to get some outfits that make the most of my wonderful curvy body – I know that’s why he’s with me. I take him to a small shop up one of the side streets. It looks like any of the other standard underwear shops and we go in. I smile at the assistance and she says ‘hello again – is there anything I can help you with?’. I say I’m fine, I know where I am going and what I am looking. Frankly, it seems extremely likely as I am so boyish. It’s only at ballet and in bed listening to slow jazz I feel extremely feminine. Oh, by the way, listening to slow jazz before bed makes probably anyone dream of, well, sex. [I move on to describe other secret fears].I’m not gay, why do I dream of some man a head taller than me dancing to slow jazz then settling down to a cozy warm bed. LORD PLEASE FORGIVE ME!I might have been a strange kid… However, I had to acknowledge as I grew older that.