"Well, I knew you were effeminate babe, painting your nails and shaving your legs. But you know you should've told us sooner, you can always be one of...the girls." I was so grateful and hugged them back and told them how much they meant to me. The night passed and around twelve people went back to Karly's flat after the club had closed. A boy I knew called Sam had turned up just to Karly's as he'd been out for his cousin’s birthday in another club. Sam was mediocre looking but tall with a beard.. Rosa then called Dutch at the hospital and he arranged to meet Rosa at her office and then they picked Ann up at her home.Only when they arrived at the Stinson's, Ann was having a problem with the bathroom plumbing and had to beg off, and they agreed to have dinner that night instead.It was 8 PM when they finally met at the Carousel Lounge, a compromise site; Ann having protested that dinner was too expensive for the Perry's (she mistakenly thought them Kathy's parents) and besides had had to. After some of the things he had made me do... although admittedly he’d only had to ‘make’ me do it the first time. There were, based on our experience with Kurt's year of fun, two types of fantasy experiences. There are the ones you just spring on the other, assuming prior agreement and enthusiasm, and the other type that require some sort of discussion prior, the ones where your partner has a role to play that is critical to the outcome. Taking a facial requires no advance discussion, just. Frequency dwindled. Routine had set in. Until something wholly unexpected happened. Looking back, Beryl couldn't explain, even to herself, why she had succumbed to a fling with a man sixteen years her junior. (Those who may be interested can read the details in a story called "Harry's Quest.") Beryl and Harry fucked only once, a liberating, uninhibited experience for them both that might have continued had Beryl not felt compelled to confess to John. Not all the details, not how Harry had.