I just hope there are no more Prince Short-boy’s in the audience, and she meant that in more ways than one. The last time she had tried to take an i...bred, coddled mama’s boy to bed, she had ended the night satisfying herself in her own bed because prince Charming had had a little to much to imbibe that night… As she walked down the hall to the back door, she inwardly grimaced at the though of meeting these people. At least they were her father’s former business partners, and not some. "HEY! Brian? You ready?" Chuck's voice sounded just then. He came in through the front."In the kitchen!" Brian hollered back thankful to have a witness to his mother's breakdown. Chuck would know what to do. He hoped."Oh wow! What are you wearing?" Brian said in almost the same instant that Chuck said it. Both looking at each other as if the other had completely lost it. Brian's friend, and as macho as any guy he knew, up to now, was in a dress.No that wasn't right! A dress is just a dress.. She told me about her high school days, how she wanted to be a cheerleader but her parents would not let her. They considered it sinful. How she was not allowed to date, her friends, and how when she was seventeen she had a female friend who was Baptist, how she secretly went to church with her several times, how she became a Baptist, and how it infuriated her parents who wanted her to remain much more conservative in the Pentecostal religion. Mrs. Jennings told me how she went to Bob Jones. "Even on prime time. Remember Sylvie Lindenbacher?"Cliff nodded, asking himself where Corning was heading. "Singer, mostly pop ballads, a couple of years back. Never my type of music. Why?" My wife. My late wife." I'm sorry, I didn't know." How could you? I was her producer first, and we fell in love and married. We produced two albums and the second one went gold already. It was great. She wanted to branch out into acting and so I went and got her a few guest spots on sitcoms. She was good and.