?" Fucking? Yes," I said, amused at how Marcie couldn't bring herself to say it.And that's how I discovered Marcie liked hearing about my sexual explo...ts. I stopped worrying about every girl at Speedwell learning that Cindy and I had spent four nights and one entire day together in my bed. I gave her blow-by-blow details that I would never have told a male friend. At times she exclaimed and at other times she asked me to repeat or elaborate on a minor detail. Somehow I knew I didn't have to. ’ ‘OK I am sorry. But what’s it called?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘You are lying.’ ‘I can’t say it. It’s not what I ever used and just heard it randomly.’ ‘Say it.’ ‘No!’ ‘OK, then tell me the word in Tamil for the privates, male or female.’ ‘What kind of perverted conversation is this?’ I gave up. That encounter ended without further excitement and we went our ways home. I thought I’ll take her for a romantic dinner and then things might start heating up. Especially since it was mid-week we mightn’t. Growing from a small child to anadult and becoming a 'native'. Holding allegiance to two cultures andacceding primacy to the New home. The place his parents had chosen as,far enough and therefore safe. Growing, learning, fighting prejudice.With a nod of respect, became a part of rather than apart. Had marriedand then when as his twentieth year approached, the call had come, heaccepted. War... pain and horror. Changed, he returned and rebuilt.Children. Two, both dieing... drugs and an alcohol. I enjoyed it for reasons I could not understand. Several months later my boss told me that a co-worker was getting married, and asked if we could have a bachelor party at my home, with my wife serving as the hostess. I told him I would ask my wife. Of course she agreed. Several days later he showed up at our house with a package. I bought you something to wear for the party, he said with a mischievous grin on his face. My wife opened it to discover a nearly transparent shift that would only.