She can't make a word with her mouth yet, but she signed to me. That's what I can't figure out about the show I'm supposed to do. I don't understand h...w the guys I'm supposed to help along can even have a different priority than making their girlfriends happy and loving their kids. I just don't get it."I turned around and faced Chuck and Frankie. They were sitting naked at the counter and both had paper and pens. From the look of their yellow legal pads, they'd been taking notes."Uh ... Hi.. It was definitely a girl's room. It looked as if the girl had just stepped out leaving her toys and clothes neatly in their places. An enormous pink canopy bed sat between the two windows with their pink and blue-green curtains. Pastel unicorns, pegasi and centauresses danced on pink and yellow wallpaper.A set of mirrored doors on the left wall, partly open, revealed rows of dresses, blouses, skirts and other feminine clothing. Dolls covered the bed with plenty of stuffed animals to keep them. To say nothing of having lost my wife and all chance of having sex with her ever again! Not that I was getting all that much. Even in the best of times, Dorothy had me on a fairly light schedule, at least to my way of thinking. I talked to her about it frequently and she always agreed with me and promised to try to do better but it never changed... for the better; sometimes it did get longer.So I tried to talk with the girls about their school work or their ambitions or their sports. "What is your name?" he asked her, relishing the feeling of the cool water lapping at his legs and soothing his feet. "What do you go by?" I am Kassia," she said. "Kassia? Very pretty," he praised, although he didn't know what names mermaids or water creatures usually went by. Speaking of which.......... "Are you a mermaid?" he asked. "Or some other creature of the water? You're not a Siren are you? You won't shipwreck me and lead me to my death?"Kassia giggled. "Fear not, Thomas Sanderson. I.