"Not bad," I said. "At least the grammar's good, but there's not much of a story, really. You got anything that's maybe a little more complex?" Actual...y, I do," he said. "By the same woman. This one's true, she told me." She told you?" I said, amazed. "You write to these people?" Sure," he said. "They like to hear from readers--they don't get paid. Anyhow, I asked her a few months ago when it first came out if it was true, and she said it was." OK," I said, "Make me a copy, please." He did, and. " "Why are you telling me these stories?" Mom asked sounding very upset. I could see tears in her eyes, and the quivering in her voice. And I suspected that she didn't disbelieve Dad's story as much as she said she did. It would explain why he was good at helping her choose clothes and was always considerate and understanding of her. Almost as if he knew what it was like to be a woman. I shook my head. It just wasn't possible. My Dad was a woman? When I looked down at myself, I thought that. I dont care whether you in school or home, you just no longer smoking" tap! Tap!! Tap!!! Thwack!!! "Oh god ouch oh my bottoms" he couldn't help himself but smile as the girl clench and unclench bottoms "what is it Jackie? Bottoms sore" and Jackie responded "yes sir, yes sir ouch its sore. Please stop now" "good, if the bottoms are sore its very good. We certainly not stopping, bottoms still now girl, stop clenching those cheeks, relax them girl" tap! Tap!! Tap!!! Thwack!!! "Mommy, oh ouch ow ow. It was now six o'clock and thesun was almost completely down. We could stop and trick or treat at afew locations on our way to Thunder Mountain. It would be completelydark by the time we got there, I wanted Pat and Jordie to be able toride it at night.Jordie and I walked together and continued to receive admiring glances.We made it through two trick or treat stations and arrived at theentrance to Thunder Mountain and entered the queue. I pulled out myphone. I asked Jordie if she would take a.