I alternated my efforts until Julie started making those high pitched squeaking noises that I had mentioned, and then I moved down and nibbled her cli...oris for a few seconds, for which I was rewarded with a full blown scream of delight and a little gush of her nectar.I shared her delicious juice with her, and when she had come down from wherever she had been, we agreed that Pinky and Perky could indeed squeak, even if, like the puppets, they needed a human voice to make the noise for them!There. Masculinity is agift, the feminine were not our equals and thus not something we couldemulate. They could be like us, but we couldn't be like them.If you let your feminine side out, you are a queer. The world looks atyou that way. I fought it. I over compensated. I walked like John Wayne,I spit, I cursed like a trucker, and I watched sports. Societal scornbreeds denial. Denial breeds self-repression. I became more masculine inmy behavior, but it was a cheap imitation of masculinity. I was. Not fazed by it anymore Leo stood up and continued his run over theroofs. As the street flow got thicker the yells of the guards got fartherand farther away. When he reached the school's roof he was certain to befree of pursuers.Leo decided to catch his breath for now. Who knew when his title oflegendary troublemaker would cause the next mischief. From high up theroof, he could see the new students. Most didn't look special or evenpretty. Yet he knew in three years they would emerge as gorgeous. " a large mass of cold ale spilled over his head and body; drenching him totally. He managed to duck just in time, more from luck than anything else, when the pitcher went crashing by a moment later into a near wall."COOL OFF CRETEN!!!"Ooops! Only one person has a voice like that when she gets riled up (he hated to imagine what mad must look like). Sure enough, Fair-water stood just a short distance away, hands clenched to her hips, and the promise of hells own fury laying upon him from her.