It was only at that moment that he realized just how much she was hurting. Resting his head against the door jam he began silently berating himself. ...Never once had he stopped and thought what she must be going through.His pride was also taking a beating. He had never hurt a woman like this before. Yes, he had slept around a bit on campus, but he made sure all the girls knew it was just fun and games. He always thought Joanie was different, he just hadn't known 'how' different. He had. She was not afraid to talk to me about that sort of thing or answer any of my questions. Again, she was an honest, loving, and caring mother who was trying to raise her boy to be open, honest, and safe from certain aspects of sexuality. She simply was working on the basis of many old wives' tales in regard to sex.I think she was under the impression that males needed to have their libidos relieved (she did have twelve kids), and that it should only happen in the act of intercourse. How she. ********************* The swinging doors of the Leona Saloon were pushed inward. Sheriff John Smalley, Jim Couch the bartender, and two other customers at the bar looked up as doors to the saloon swept back. It was April of 1875 and the bright mid day sunlight in the small town of Uvalde Texas was behind the figure and no one could see the man’s face. ‘You the Sheriff?’ The figure asked in a deep voice. ‘Yep, I’m Sheriff Smalley. Who are you?’ The man stepped forward into the saloon and the men. Fair is fair, and now I’d like to share a story in which a woman ‘took me for the team.’ It was the early 2000’s. A buddy of mine was first dating a girl and I went out with them and this girl’s friend. The girl’s friend was turned off (or intimidated) by my intellect. I forget what she said to her friend or how it was re-packaged for my ears, but after this first outing she did not hook up with me because she thought I was too much of a brain (or some such crap). I was not overly attracted to.