" Oh, honey, you're such a romantic! Sure, they'll settle for beingwomen, maybe. Eventually. They'll have to, sooner or later, orelse go mad. But ...t'll take them a while. Even your Pussy. Anyman. First there'll be a certain confusion, bewilderment. Thenmaybe horror at what they've lost, what they've become, then maybefury when they figure we did it." "All the more reason for it to happen in a public place. And don'tunderestimate what we've done to them. It isn't that bad! Asmemories. As I drop my clothes to the floor I notice someone standing behind me. It's my sexy little girl. She just turned 20. Her 5' 2" frame is filled out. She always says that her breasts are too small, but I think that they are perfect. Her smile could make any mans heart melt, but she only has eyes for me right now, seductive hungry eyes. She notices that I see her, and blushes, and smiles an evil little grin. I grab my towel to cover up, and shoo her away.Her giggles ring in my ears as she runs. It was partly a wet diaper and partly that he’d had no attention for -- maybe -- 45 minutes. Seeing John getting the attention, Paul cried too. That brought Carolyn in.“Let’s see how long I can keep them awake,” he suggested when they were both back in their cribs. He was convinced that they had both complained not of the wet diapers but of lying on their backs with nothing to do but watch a mobile. It wouldn’t have satisfied him for long, anyway.“You think they’ll sleep tonight?” Well, no. Not. Why wouldn't her mother accept that her father would never know hurt again. That he was suspended from pain only by the most deeply reaching medication. Medication intended to ease him from the agony of the here, to the relief of the hereafter."You know, Sally, I can still see him, 60 years ago today - well 60 years ago at 10 o'clock anyway. He was so pale and nervous as he waited for me at the altar. I was wearing my veil down of course, as a modest bride should, and he couldn't see me as I.