It was true, I had seen the pictures of the "Dirty Mind" album...The conversation ended there. It was dangerous and I did not want toencourage her to... continue down that path. I had no intention of wearinghigh heels, a skirt, g-string or hosiery. They were women's clothes andI was not that kind of man.Over the course of the next week or two Germaine started to push at theconservative boundaries I had set. We were in bed one evening when shesaid:"Steve, you are right that we need to improve. Not that it wasn't humiliating to think of comparing Jim's massive and potent penis to my puny, pathetic pee-pee ( I dared not think of it as a cock. ) I was not well hung. Rather, my puny penis was playing peek-a-boo within my groin mound with the flesh of its shaft covering my lack of manliness like a toddler's security blanket.But at age 67, a severe drop in testosterone and resultant impotence is not uncommon. Nor is my failing hearing especially on days like that when the batteries of my. "You know, I think I understand what you're going through a little." Oh?" I asked carefully, keeping my gaze firmly on the highway."Not completely," she clarified, "I'm not going to insult you by doingthat stupid think people do and say 'I know how you feel' when theydon't have clue one about it. It's just..." She squirmed a little in herseat, though whether it was from discomfort or something else I couldn'tbe quite sure of. "After what Libidine did to me-" Dammit, why did thevery mention of. ----- ------- -----The months of September and October brought changes to St. Mary's. Inthe last week of September, the Ojibwe Co-operative had its grandopening. The store had been open for weeks ? they had even made theodd sale from the store while it was still being stocked, and onlinesales had started as soon as the web pages were up, and stillcomprised 70 percent of the store sales.The biggest day for the retail store was in early September, whenConnie was surprised to find one woman buying.