“Yes,” the young man replies without looking at me. “Could you answer the question please,” I ask and he continues to stare outside. “You as...ed me how I feel,” he responds and pauses almost to think of an answer,” Through nerve endings in and under my skin.” “You know what I meant Guy,” I reply trying to get something out of him. Three sessions in a week and nothing, not a single emotional response from Guy despite all the prodding I and his family have been doing. One week it’s the charming. Not compared to plain old Mel.Before Mandy arrived on the scene, Leigh and Mel’s friendship blossomed. As the weeks dragged on Mel became quite besotted by him. I don’t know if it was just a schoolgirl type crush or if she generally did love him, whatever it was it was apparent that Leigh didn’t have the same feelings. Somehow Mel had to let him know how she felt. So she penned a letter, four or five pages and poured her heart out. In it she wondered whether he would be interested in perhaps. A moment later he called her in. She was to sit in the chair in the corner. He restrained her hands behind her, her knees were held far apart. Her feet were bound together, her openings left unprotected. He replaced the ball that smothers, and the blindfold that leaves her in the dark. She jumped as her little button began to viberate. He was making her twitch and moan, the viberations entered her, and all she could do was sit there helpless.She was terrified. Viberations were suppose to bring. This wasmy SON I was having these thoughts about.OK, Jim had not called a halt to his journey as yet, so neither would I."Jim, darling, your mani and pedi mark you as feminine. Your hair andbody mark you as masculine. We can go to ULTA and shop for some goodiesfor you, if that is what you desire. You are allowed to find your own wayin life, I can only guide you as best I can. But realize that as much asthe women in the salon oohed and ached over your bravery, in ULTA youwill be a guy wearing.