He turned his back on me, and searched on a shelf behind the counter for a moment. "Here, take this," he growled, handing me a small, battered book. "...ring it back when you've finished."I stared in bewilderment at the thing in my hand. It was a book, a real children's book with paper pages and dog-eared covers. On the cover were the words "The Little Prince" and a hand-drawn picture of a boy with a mop of wild blond hair standing on a round rock.Before I could question him, Annie wandered back. I tore at my purse, shook everything out of it. I collapsed on my bed, face down and screamed into a pillow before the uncontrollable sobbing that I can never seem to stop came over me, yet again.I woke up hours later, clutching his tie.2 weeks laterI had stopped going to the cafe. He tried emailing me. i didn't answer. I spent the first week just recovering. it sucked. Bad enough that I was told to take a long weekend from work. And I did.I hardly went online. I responeded to family and. And even though I hated myself for it, her biting words resonated andvibrated my entire body as I felt my balls begin to tingle and tighten inembarrassing anticipation.Ever since that first accidental eruption into my mothers silky finery asan innocently curious prepubescent, the door to any kind of normal lifeas a man was firmly slammed shut as I sealed my fate with each subsequenttransvestite masturbatory session, forever linking my arousal with shameand degradation. Over time my dopamine. If you have any questions about seeing me, please let's discuss it now."I was shocked and I think I turned all shades of red."Mom," I said, "I did not mean to see you but when I did, you looked so lovely that I could not take my eyes off of you. Then, as I watched, I felt myself getting aroused and I did not know what to do, so I went up to my room." Well John, getting aroused would be normal for a young man. You get aroused with Vicky, don't you?" Yes, mom, but she is my girl friend. You are.