"I just don't know what I'm doing."Duncan's smile softened as he nodded. "You out yet?" Not yet," Tad answered, feeling like he was talking in some st...range kind of code. "But soon." It gets easier when you're out," he said as he put the lid and straw on the cup. "Let's cut to the chase. You're hot and I'd like to hang out sometime." Like a date?" Tad asked, feeling embarrassed and awkward about the whole conversation.Duncan shrugged. "If you want. Or we could just screw. That'll be five-forty.". I still respected women, though. There are a lot of women in America who hate men. Some men deserve it. Most don’t. If most men were hate-filed, this world would be far worse. I see the good things women did. Raising children by themselves. Taking care of others. Going into the military to fight side by side (instead of against) their men. I respected women. A woman who truly wants equality for women and men would encourage the law to be fair to both. Such a woman would be held in high esteem. ‘Mother made me promise that to her, on my father’s grave. Literally she had me stand there in the cemetery with my hands on father’s memorial stone and promise the both of them.’ Susan looked up at me again, and stared into my eyes. ‘I kept that promise, Peter! Gordon and I … well, I thought I was in love with him, we did just about everything short of the actual deed itself. Well, you must have worked that one out for yourself. I wasn’t exactly unskilled in the art of making love when we met,. Unlike a lot of female athletes, she did not have a flat chest. Her breasts were full and firm, without a hint of sag, and swayed slightly with the rhythm of the bus as she walked the gauntlet of greedy young eyes. I swear she was braless and I could see her nipples poking through her snug yellow club t-shirt as she approached us with the cereal bars and cool drinks. She had shoulders which were quite broad for a woman; her waist was trim and her hips were by no means the child-bearing kind,.