"I think you might be too young to be reading that book," she'd said. "It's very adult, and many think it might be pornographic."I'd disagreed with h...r. "Well, I think it tells an interesting story, how a young married woman in an unsatisfactory marriage manages to find happiness in an affair with another man .. even if the man is just a groundskeeper, an entirely different class I guess." She nodded, and I remember thinking how decent she was to have an honest discussion with me about this. They did not fool anyone, except people who did not want the truth clouding their delicate sensibilities."They're disgusting," Lieutenant Jones said. "It's one thing to force all the funerals to happen at once so the media can get their show, but do these assholes have to show up to protest?"I looked at the Earth First protesters. They were pandering to the news cameras. At least, the ones acting like clowns were better than the real offenders, who pretended to be mourners so they could spit on. "What'll we be doing today, miss?" the stylist asked Taylor, and heblushed slightly at being called "Miss"."Just a wash and rinse, please," Taylor said as the stylist draped apink cape over his body."Got it," the stylist smiled and lowered Taylor's head into the basinand started washing.As she did that, Taylor noticed that getting his head massaged andwashed felt really good. Maybe he'd ask Aunt Agnes if her hairstylistcould do this to him once he was back to normal. In a far moremasculine. "John looked over at Katie, raised his eyebrows and muttered, "Uh oh." Today, you are going to write a paper on what you did over the summer. I want you to give me your best work, as this paper will determine if you belong in this class or even in college for that matter."She handed a stack of small blue booklets to each person in the front row of seats."Take one, pass the rest back. You may start when you have a booklet."To John, it seemed like a childish exercise, but he did his best, even.