5There was a young fellow named PellWho didn't like cunt very well.He would finger or fuck one, But never would suck one--He just couldn't get used to...the smell.Beneath the wide-brimmed, feather-adorned hat, grandma squinted towards the sea, with a sad, melancholy, distant smile upon her face and her lips tightly clasped.I hated when mom ordered me to stay with grandmother ("It's your turn!" she had barked out of frustration). I had so many better things I would rather be doing. My family only. I like to cook for him, and we watch TV, and we go to work..." Yeah, that's what I thought. Sounds pretty boring. Listen, Princess,it's time you went to the ball. Meaning out. On a date. Dressed as agirl. You two need to get out of that apartment and do something as acouple." Jesus, Steven, I can't go out in public. I can't pass as a girl!" Honey, have you looked at yourself in the mirror? I have customers yourage that would sell their souls to look as pretty as you. If you'd onlylet. Now, perhaps you would like to enlighten me as to why it is so important?"I could see that I had made my point. Charles was on his feet, pacing and wringing his hands together like I had seen him do before when he was highly agitated. At last he came to a decision."Very well, Sean. You would have to be told eventually anyway and now is as good a time as any."He turned to Grandma."I am sorry, Gwendolin, but you know that you cannot stay for this."She nodded and then before my very eyes, she. After a few minutes, the racking sobs quieted some. Charlene patted her mother's tousled hair gently, soothing. "It's all right, Mom," she said. "Who made him the expert all of a sudden, any --" But it's true, Charly, it's true!" her mother gasped out as the weeping renewed itself. "I am old and I am sagging and I am ugly and -- " No!"Suddenly fierce, Liz gripped her daughter's shoulders, pushed herself back and free of Charlene's arms. She stood there before her daughter as her arms fell to.