The bartender would keep an eye on me.The familiar sounds of the bar filled the air. Dirty jokes, guys hitting on my mom. The TV blared out with live ...overage of Monday Night Football. My mommy laughing at a joke and asking a guy to be 'generous.' She had a big top and the guys always tried to get a peek at what was there. There was some quiet, casual conversation at some of the tables, and raunchy goings on at others. The little bar was filled to the brim with black men and women. Mom worked. As Carol stumbled onward, trying to resolve the strange feelings, she froze again. The voice - the senior doing the yelling. It seemed so - familiar? Of course, this was a small school, and she knew most of the seniors, at least by sight. It shouldn't have been unusual for her to recognize a voice. But this was somehow different. As the chill ran up her spine, Carol forced herself to continue her trek to the chemistry building.************The waiting was pure torture. Behind the closed. Do you think the Elysian Fields might really have existed?They might have, or they could just be a story.Could we go there, like Odysseus?You now are talking more along the lines of shamanism, rather than wizardry, but I have some skill in that, too, and I have visited metaphorical dimensions.We were treated to another flood of memories as Ursus recalled highlights of some of his journeys. He continued: One can often go to a metaphorical dimension physically, but usually only for a relatively. They were no longer floppy, but they were there. Firm and pert, I was probably in the B-cup range, but they were better looking than before. They didn't look like a woman's breasts, but they were obviously out of place on a masculine male. In the sauna, Roberto teased, but I could see he was as proud of them as I was. I wore bulky sweaters and baggy shirts to work to hide them, lest they jut out and attract attention. I was already getting teased for letting my hair grow out. I had not been.