He finally did them all in that order. “Why is that?” “Well I do know a thing or two about cows.” As he inhaled he realized that her voice ha... changed a little further. Now it was beginning to sound like some kind of mock Texas drawl. “Really?” “Ummmhummm,” Doris nodded. “I used to be in the rodeo.” Oh, God, now she was really shitting it, Johnny thought. “I know all about cows, and ropin’ and ridin’ studs.” “Oh, really?” Coo-coo. He took the bottle and drained the rest of the beer. “I. His hair was strawberry blonde and curly just like yours." Kathleen saidShawn did not notice what his mom did with his hair, so wrapped up in his self pity over the bathrobe he was wearing."Okay dear. Lets go upstairs and talk." Kathleen said. "God," thought Kathleenas she watched him walk towards the stairs, "He already looks like a girl."Shawn stopped at the door to his room and tried the knob. It would not open. He looked at his mother quizzically."That's not your room anymore Shawn. I have. No man is superior to another. No man has the slightest right to define another man’s duties. If anyone exercises such power it is only because others permit him to do so. Were those two drunks several weeks ago superior? They were no whiter than Sam, and they were stupider. They tried to boss you.”Andy nodded, as did Zeke.“But we must all be wary. Not merely of others, but of ourselves. Recall what Nietzsche wrote: ‘Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not. She was in her early forties, green eyes, and a helluva body, perfect boobies, slim, elegant, tall. I quickly worked out that she was English. From Birmingham she said, but her husband was French and they had lived in France for many years. She often came to Cupidon. I imagined that she was probably an executive, perhaps a CEO, she looked upper class, and seemed to be competent and decisive. We talked and laghed, and talked and laughed. It's always very sexy to have a laugh together. She was.