" Yes. I trust you Dwayne. And you made me see that she isn't to blame.Not really. And neither are you." That's good. You have to accept responsi...ility before this can getfixed. And you have to do more. It's like what I saw on TV one time,when this head doctor was talking, she said you have to build a bridge oftrust. One way to do that is to satisfy her in bed." But you said... she said... with my..." With your little dick you can't do it. I'm saying about that otherthing. You using. " Too long a story for the phone. Can I come by? It should only take a few minutes."Jerry and his wife had a small house in the Bungalow Heaven section of Pasadena. It was just a few minutes down Foothill to Lincoln in Pasadena. Mary, Jerry's wife met me at the door."Jesus, Jack! You look like hell." Mary let me in and directed me to the rear patio where Jerry was fussing over the barbeque. Mary could tell something was wrong, so left me alone with Jerry. I was dreading the next few minutes,. She's alwayswell dressed, and when she visited me she wore expensive jewelry,extremely high-heeled patent leather pumps and dark stockings. Herperfume lingered in my room hours after she departed.She said she had been asked to consider adopting me on a trial basis,but she first wanted to know how I felt about it. I told her I hoped itwas possible because she seemed so nice, and also because I reallydidn't like where I was living. Aunt Julia mentioned several times thatshe had always imagined. To say that went over as well as a turd in the punch bowl was an understatement. My thought was that after 17 years, she was still this way and there wasn’t going to be any change anytime soon. Grandfather did the best thing he could do in my opinion; he didn’t say a word. We finally arrived and I was able to escape the lecture.After parking, Grandfather and I followed Grandmother as she went through the shops on the Riverwalk. It was once again, my job to be the pack mule. When I asked.