." I said pointing to the Vid with the mostinnocent look I could muster while trying to get out of the smallhole I just dug."My Dad sometimes farts in...his sleep. Maybe I do too, I wouldn'tknow. If I do it happens when I'm asleep."I can't say why I even asked. I let the question die a strainedsilent death.It was about 3:00 in the afternoon, about twenty-nine hours togo. Things were looking up. I was starting to feel better. Ihad handled my first semi-public appearance as a woman with myexposure. ”“As do I,” the old gentleman replied. “Now, have any of these young upstarts had the manners to introduce you to our guest of honor, Dona Melita?”“I’m afraid not,” she replied, smiling. “Would you do me the honor?”“Of course,” he replied and turned to his right to address the dowager seated at the head of the table, draped in thick silk, diamonds and gold.Karla wasn’t sure whether it was Spanish or Portuguese the old man spoke, but she did pick up, “Senora Williams” in the course of his. But I'm going to say. This is 100% Real.So back in the day around 2007, I got my heart broken by a bitch and I decided "Fuck it, I going to just go around fucking bitches." During that time I got a boy that lived in Milwaukee, WI. He and I were tight because we use to kick when we were k**s. Any whores, He invited me to party at his place. I was down because fuck it what did I got going on. I drove from Minnesota all the way to Mil to kick it with my boy.When I got there the party has already. (Whichwas easier to think about than the what and why of what they did have.)Winnie asked, "Does that mean I can go back to wearing pants?" She was using the old beach towel to try to rub the stain off her palm and fingers."No!" Her dad said. "Winnie, I want you to understand why what you did was wrong."Winnie understood, "I lifted the dress." The stain wasn't coming out. "But there's just us here. And who's going to be staring in a moving car window? It's not like they're going to see.