Daddy Randall?s boi is Gino, who is Victoria?s nephew. I know I used to work with Victoria but I also have trouble believing it. I still remember work...ng with her and others, but it seems unreal somehow. I mean Victoria is just really smart, one of the big people, who think big people things and not at all like Gino, David, Alan and me who are just bimbo bois. Gino is Daddy Randall?s boi as I said, David is Daddy Robert?s and Alan is Daddy Anthony?s boi. We are all pretty, slim and completely. He asks if that is my car a couple of houses down. I say yes again and he tells me, no worries, lets move it out of the street first then I will get it hooked up and towed. I walk out with him and see him as he pushes the car to the curb.....it's hot out and after moving the car he has to take off his shirt, his skin is glistening with sweat and his muscles are huge after pushing the car.......before he starts to hook the car up, I ask him if he needs something to drink, he looks at me, smiles. He replied “yes mother” in a rather c***dlike tone. She sat herself down in a chair near the bed-head, where the lad couldn’t see her easily without turning to face her, as she reckoned it might save their blushes, then she said, “Well, go on , tell me about women, and we shall go on from there!” it was not a please, or a could you, tone it was a definite order. So without facing her he outlined the little he knew about women, saying that, “they are mostly, good looking , though the housemaid. After I turned into a girl I worked hard to remember to write my name the new way. And whenever I see it written the Male way it gets on my nerves.Grandpa laughed, “If your name being misspelled is your idea of being the worst of your experience then you’re a lot braver than I am.”And as soon as we got home Alice got a call from a friend and had to leave for an emergency.I was left with no other option than to ask, “Grandpa! I need your help.”“With what darling? I’d do anything for you,” he.