Choice of clothes. Thesedays, no matter how nicely I dress and make up my face, no matterhow careful I am that the neighbors never see me and embarra...s you,you're a lot less affectionate than you once were. Ever since Ifirst confessed to you that I'd begun wearing women's clothes theway I did before we met, and that I couldn't stand secrets betweenus so I wanted you to know."Her voice was tart. "Wanted me to approve, you mean! You wereeven hoping to 'express your feminine side' with me in. As she got to the door, Joan stopped and looked pensive."You know, we really ought to celebrate tonight. These are the last of the pictures. As soon as the customers come and pick them up, I'll call you and we can go out for a nice dinner somewhere." That's sound great, Joan," Helen said. "We've got some cleanup to do in the darkroom and the workshop, so the timing should work out about right." Well, just try to keep your minds on your work," Joan winked as she opened the door. "I'll call you. "Como una mujere." What sort of man takes his money from women, who pay him to soothe away their fears—of growing old, or fat, or unloved?"Yo soy vieja y gorda." What were these gringas afraid of? She thought more. "But, I am not unloved," She thought of José; it had to be the difference. She resumed singing her happy song. But, as she sang she continued her vigilance, for her new understanding did not make her reconsider her opinion of Raul.Juana was happy for Señora Gloria and Señor Alvin;. Yes, I masturbated, what with Rona cautioning me against the dirt and evil of using sex tools when I reached the surging heat of my youth. I guessed I got carried away—enjoyed and indulged in the desires and vivid pleasures whenever I fucked myself. The mother-daughter consultations did happen though, as I did with my dad. Except the questions between me and Dad were different, as it became more actions than queries, physical and salacious, lascivious and wild.So that in my youth, I displayed.