" Really?" Momma asked me. I looked back up at her, having turned my eyesaway only a split second after admitting my lack of originality andcontrol in... my appearance at the moment. Her face and speech was full ofsurprise."Yes," I said reaffirming what I'd just admitted. "Why are you sosurprised?" I asked. "What, you think I secretly wanted to be a helplesssissy girl?" I was hurt and shocked to find Momma would even think for amoment that I'd been a willing participant, much less the originator. Her white blouse hung loosely across her petite bust, but it was obvious to anyone close enough that there was no shift or bra beneath. Her hard, pink nipples peaked the soft white fabric, drawing Albert's gaze on a regular basis."So," she said, placing both palms on the table, squeezing her arms together to further emphasise her bust, "How did that interview go?"Albert shrugged. "Oh," he sighed "who knows?"She smiled. "I know a way to swing the balance." she grabbed her glass in both hands,. Who did you lend it to and for how long?"As I finished the joke I looked at the table where Bree was sitting and the look on her face made me smile."Having touched on Catholics I'll bring up one Catholic's alternative to Obama's health care plan. A man suffered a serious heart attack while shopping in a store. The store clerks called 911 when they saw him collapse on the floor. The paramedics rushed the man to the nearest hospital where he had emergency open heart bypass surgery.He awakened. But I was either so far away whilst it was happening or they'd be on another planet whether they were boozed up on alcohol or high on whatever d**g they had taken.I figured having these kind of nights would help ease the pain. But if anything it made me feel worse. I wasn't at a point of contemplating suicide, but I guess I was just more desperate for my life to have some meaning, a purpose. That was all set to change in a couple of weeks as I had decided to move from this god forsaken hell.