”“Sex?”“That’s the big one. But there are career choices, marriage choices, and so on. Deacon Vasily is learning the lesson the hard way, an... I’m observing and developing my thinking. I have the way my mom and dad treated me and Liz as another example.”“And the way mine treated me?”“Let’s just say that I can’t imagine ANY scenario where I would reject my own child, no matter what. And that includes having a kid who was gay or lesbian. Would it cause turmoil at church? You bet. Would that stop. My first hours from 7-9pm were spent helping answer phones accompanied by a blonde beauty named Helge with a hard to spell surname. Helge was a statuesque Viking lass about 5 feet 10 tall with big tits, shapely ass and legs that went on forever and eyes as blue as the ocean. She could easily have worked as a model glamour or made a fortune as a porn star. She made no secret that she was married to an english man, but he worked long hours and she rarely saw him as he had to travel all around. The café was across the street from a seedy little saloon and two doors down from the train station. When they turned to enter the café one of the rough looking men sitting on the saloon porch yelled at them. He said, "Hey, you there. This here's a respectable town. We don't allow no damn Indians on the streets and we damn sure don't allow them to go into our café's like they was regular folks. You and your squaw just get on outta town afore I have ta teach ya some manners now. Ya hear?"Sam. When it passed she noticed the tiniest details of her dress. It was a strapless dress with pearl buttons all down the back. The train was at least 5 feet behind her. The waist was tight but not so that she couldn’t breathe. It outlined her 5’9 135lbs figure beautifully. Her waist length Auburn hair was piled neatly on her head with wisps of curls framing her face. She would have looked beautiful if not for the sadness in her deep blue eyes. Her father stepped in, caught his breath, and told.