I guess here and now is the best place to start again.So patch has asked me how big my manhood was. Needless to say my cheeks were getting a little re... at this point. It's not that I'm embarrassed about my size, I'm just as average as any white guy. I was just surprised at how forward my openly lesbian friend was being.I swallowed hard and figured out what to say. "um...It's pretty average." Was all I could muster. Patch giggled in my ear, squeezing the spot on my jeans. I felt blood wanting to. .would embarrass them."He nodded. "It's a shame when families lose touch."Fred's parents were old-fashioned, or what nowadays people would call'bigoted'. I assumed they had disowned him for his sexuality. Eventhough he wasn't 'out' as such, he would have had to open up to them.There would have been conversations about girlfriends, marriage,children... wouldn't there?I turned over more pages, Fred making appropriate comments as I went. Thelittle girl in the photographs had turned into an. Again, the almost girlish responseamused her. For a second she wanted to experiment more, really reallywanted to. She brushed those thoughts aside and told him to get his shirtoff."Ok, turn around and slip your arms in the arm holes and pull it back.I'll clasp it for you," April instructed, and he did so. "Does that feelok?" she asked as it clasped shut."A little tight and like it's pulling my chest up." So, basically what it should feel like," she said, putting her fingersin the band here or. I'll type in my number and contact information and we could get together sometime soon."*** THE FEMINIST BODY ***Two days had passed and Jill was headed to Susan's apartment in downtown San Francisco. They had talked on the phone and agreed it was best to work someplace where they could have absolute privacy given the nature of their upcoming conversation."I'm so glad you made it. Did you have a hard time finding this place?" Susan asked as she opened the door."Not at all. Beautiful apartment.