My back was aching and my dress was becoming smeared with grass stains. I was beginning to think about stopping him when I noticed a movement in the b...shes, a figure watching us from about twenty yards away. Immediately I realised it was sister Emily who had come along to chaperone us girls. What was she doing there? I could have stopped then, pushed my callow lover aside and pretended that I'd done so of my own will. But I didn't. Something impelled me to continue, to go further, deeper. What. "In sum," Bella said, "history is the story of woman's exploitation by man. Men fear us--they see in our vagina the wound of castration, and they see in our womb the power of creation which they lack--and that is why they seek to enslave us. But patriarchy is an aberration--a quirk of history shifting the locus of power away from the fertile Earth Mother, and into the sterile impotence of bankrupt, male-dominated ideology. This is a condition our generation will correct, and those who oppose us. “Woah, woah!” she laughed.“It’s that time of the month I’m afraid!” she said. She turned an even deeper shade of red from embarrassment about having blurted that out.“Then maybe you’ll show me your cute little arse?” He asked cheekily.She burst out laughing and gave him an expression of “Are you mad?”He looked at her lustily and asked her to turn over, pull up her dress and lie face down on the sofa. She looked at him astonished. Was he being serious? She didn’t know what to do or say. She was. ." Why?" Because I'm not a woman." Your breasts say you are." I'm not her mother." Neither would a wet nurse be. So what!?" She's your child!" And your niece and she loves you because you take care of her and loveher. Now, take care of her the way that nature, obviously, intended youto take care of her. Mother my daughter, Gerry. Give her your milk. Iguarantee that you'll feel different about your milk when you've doneso."Taylor picked up the baby and smiled at her little, feminine brother.