Sara swallows hard. "Are you lesbian?" Sara finally blurts out a complete sentence.Carol strokes Sara's hair. "Sweet, adorable, innocent Sara." Caro...s says quietly. "I am a chameleon. I am whatever you want me to be. If you don't like women, I can get any number of magnificent men for you. If you like both genders, we can have a private party I promise you'll never forget. If I'm not your type, name it and she'll appear."Carol continues "Power is a universal aphrodisiac and this city has. She walked up to Tommy, kissed him quickly and started for the door."Sorry I'm late sweety," she smiled back at him."Tommy grabbed her arm and turned her back to him. He leaned to her ear, as if someone could hear, and whispered "mom, would you take your panties off for me?"She looked at him in surprise but quickly reached up under her dress and stripped her blue panties down her legs and over her high heels. Smiling at her son, she handed them to him. She watched in amusement as he folded the. Granted, it was a commonplace for Greek matrons to call anyone young, my child, but he felt that the old lady said it with genuine affection. The door clicked open and he was immediately greeted by the rich aroma of fried fish and garlic. Before him the long vaulted corridor arched elegantly away drawing his eye towards Kyria Zenia’s lovingly tended row of basil standing in the brilliant sunshine. Almost a sacred plant to the Greeks, he had learnt that basil was never used in cooking but. “What’s your plan?” Wolf asked.“That’s a tough one. Maybe I’ll strike the Heisman,” I said as I demonstrated what the Heisman Trophy pose looked like. “Or I could always point at the sky and give the ‘glory to God’ move.”They both rolled their eyes at that one. I was almost convinced that was what I would do regardless of what my friends thought because it fit the all-American boy image.“Why don’t you go get the ‘Irrelevant!’ sign?” Tim asked.“Dude, you have to do it,” Wolf urged.“Why don’t one.