“What!? Alex!? My son is a cross-dresser? What the fuck is this.” He screams. I was very surprised when I saw him there, two days before he is sup...osed to be home... just to find out he was surprising us, and he got more surprised. “I'm sorry dad, I didn't mean for you to find out, especially like this.” “Jesus Christ, what now you're going to tell me you're gay right?” “Well actually I don't know, I've only had sex with girls, but now that one cat is out of the bag... I am curious.” I come. Half way through it, Carrie went and changed into a little pair of boxers and a tank top — clothes she wore to bed when she didn't slide into bed naked. I saw Jay's surprise and he glanced at his watch. He looked at me and said, "Wow. I didn't realize it was so late. I should go." Nah," I said. "The movie isn't over. Besides, you had more than enough beer to get a DUI. Stay here tonight." Carrie brought us more beer and looked at me as she sat between Jay and me on the couch. I hugged her and. .what...," you rephrased. Your hand was still at your mouth.I chuckled at you. "Do you really want an explanation? Because I'm not sure even I know what I'm doing here!"You simply leaned against the door as you watched me slip my arms free of my coat, and toss it onto an antique wooden chair next to where you stood. My light-gray sweatshirt showed spots of dampness where I was perspiring on my chest. I leaned down and began to unlace my hiking-style boots with the big-treaded soles. I looked. "That you fight dirty," I pouted. Then I caught the look in his eye. And the light came on in my own. "And it works!"He really smiled now. "That's right! Jack, a gentleman never picks a fight, but when one is forced upon him he uses all available resources to prevail. In your case, not being what I'd call a huge physical specimen you might find yourself up against some big bully of a bastard. Fight him fair and he'd wipe up the floor with you. What's fair about that? But fight like you mean to.