She kissed me so hard that if I was not holding onto her and if she didn’t have her hands on the bed for support we would have fallen backwards. She...then pulled away and looked at me “are you sure that this is what you want?” I looked at her and let go of all my inner restraints. With my hands still holding onto her face I got off the bed and pushed her up against the wall, my body was crushing up against hers my face set with what looked like anger then my face changed and became soft I pulled. I don't think I've ever worn a dress before. If Ihave I can't remember. Is that weird...I mean I must have worn dressesbefore right? How come I can't remember...did I wear dresses or skirtswhen I was a little boy?" Jessie asked rather confused at why he couldnot remember wearing any dresses or skirts. He could not connect the dotsthat boys do not wear dresses."Honey, yes you wore dresses all the time...it's ok if you can't rememberthough," Amanda replied. She didn't know what to say to that. Who would shoot at birds with his home-made catapult in preference to hearing them singing in the branches. Who would kick at a cat as soon as look at it.But, for once in his life, he was moved to try to do something brave. He lay himself flat on the gorge edge and reached down for the boy. When his arm failed, by some distance, to reach, he looked for a vine or anything else to help him climb down, though he felt fear to do so, for he had never been a climber of trees, let alone rocks, and did. ”“Yeah, yeah, I get the picture, Kaye!” I blurted out in panic, to stop her saying anything more on that particular subject. But I did have to ask. “Where did you learn about all that kind of stuff?”“In books and in school silly. It’s all there written down in books if you know how to find it. I can see you’re like mummy; you don’t like to talk about sex!”“Hey kiddo, well, you are a bit on the young side to know about that sort of thing, Kaye.”“Do you really think so?” She asked, with a cheeky.