Cheryl had bigger hair and was blonder, though probably bleached blonde I thought. It was really easy to strike up conversation and very relaxed, Aust...alian-style. Cheryl told me that she lived by the beach and described how she loved to lounge on the sand, which was just up my street because there is nothing I am fonder of. (Almost). A number of other people hung around, some couples some singles, occasionally wandering off to adjoining rooms.The Jacuzzi beckoned but the ladies both preferred. The wife has only one chance in her entire life to experience the marriage rituals. I counter argued once that after divorce, she could pass her life with her mom. But her mom and my grandma is a witch to some extent. She had five daughters including my mom. One committed suicide due to the mental and physical harassment by that witch. So it’s obvious that my mom wouldn’t take the serious step of divorce and then spend rest of life with that mother witch. Another possible way was to stand her. "You don't have to worry about me getting you pregnant, sugar, I can't get anyone pregnant," I told her, as she relaxed her hand. "I had a vasectomy years ago," I said, chuckling. "Do you know what that is?" Er, yeah, something about getting fixed, like having your dog neutered," she answered. I nodded my approval, as I maneuvered the SUV out of the campsite, and headed out of the woods. As we slowly made our way down the narrow path, we both fell silent, lost in thought. It didn't last. Now, the cooksand the busboys, well they found it a little funny. I won't lie aboutthat. They're guys, after all. And you know how men are, just a bunch ofdicks."Michael felt a fluttering in his stomach as he comprehended what Amy toldhim. He knew that he had lost the respect of his male employees. He hadsurrendered his masculinity in their eyes. He knew how men viewed cross-dressers. They were below their contempt. They were the subject ofridicule. He was now the subject of his employees'.