One Friday evening, I had called to let Mel know I’d be working late. It was well past Bobby’s bedtime when I got home, so the house was quiet whe... I walked in.Instead of running to me and jumping into my arms as she usually did, Little Mel called out to me from the bathroom. “Make yourself a drink and relax on the couch. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”“OK!” I called back. It had been a long, hard, day, and I could use a tall, cold, CC & Coke and a few minutes to unwind.I had downed about half. Doctor High was going to cut my knee open today.I limped to the bathroom and showered. I went back to my room and dressed. I checked my bag to make sure I had packed everything I wanted for my two day stay in the hospital. Mom yelled from downstairs, "Hurry up, Kyle. We need to be at the hospital by seven." I'm on the way, Mom," I answered. I picked up my bag and limped downstairs and headed for the car. I desperately wanted something to eat. It wasn't permitted before an operation.I didn't. .. now that I gone and gotten myself all jinnified... I'msporting a pair just like 'em!" Ann, thinking that the best way to handle her husband's mostunfortunate and demoralizing situation was to just ignore his snide anddisparaging remarks, proceeded on to ponder her next wish. "Okay! Now that we've taken care of my figure, let's tacklethis hair of mine. "First off, Gene... since you seem to have cornered the platinumblonde franchise... and since I really don't want to. I was npt in the club. I was a small boy for my age and had hair down to my neck. I was often mistaken for a little girl when mom would take me to the store. Women would say, she is a pretty little girl. It did not help that my mom would not tell them i was a boy. If my sister's was whith us they would just laugh. They would play dress up and use me as their doll. Dressing me up in their bra's, panties, short skirts and putting on makeup. that is why i would leave the house to find other boys.