You bastard. What took you so long?" But dear..." Oh, Elton shut up and listen to me. Dumbo, are you listening to me?"Elton felt his peter rise as San...y berated him."Elton, are you listening Dumbo?" Yes, dear." Now listen, Elton. Put your clothes on. Get down and get a taxi and come over to Susan's house. You have the address on your memo pad. Get your arse into gear. Elton! Are you listening to me?"Yes dear. I was listening to you, but this taxi..." Dumbo, do you or don't you want to see me?. “Well, you guys took off your wet clothes, so why shouldn’t we?” Carolina asked in an innocent voice. “Trust us, we’re not objecting,” Grant replied. “We just didn’t know what you were doing.” “Yeah,” Jude chimed in. “We thought we were gonna start gettin’ some!” Grant and Jude laughed and high-fived each other. Her judgment clouded and feeling a little frisky in just her underwear in front of all these people, Carolina decided to push this a bit farther. “So you would’ve liked that, huh?” she. My dad's HO gauge model railroad had taken over my old room and mom had turned Jerry's room in to her sewing room. The basement was full of junk (stored relics according to my dad) so it looked as if I was going to have to live in a hotel or motel."Oh no" said my mom, "We've worked it out. Jerry and Edith have a three bedroom house and Jerry is looking forward to you staying with them."Jerry maybe, but I seriously doubted that Edith was going to welcome me with open arms. It didn't take me long. Jenny must be right. I am a closed book. So if that's the problem, the obvious solution is let myself open up. To get beyond the simple expedient of being 'the boyfriend' and allowing them to see the real me, which is terrifying to contemplate.Why was that such a scary thought? Fear of rejection? Well, I should be used to that by now. Except, I always took comfort in the idea that they weren't really rejecting me, because they didn't really know the 'real' me. They were rejecting my version of.