I hadto laugh at the blunder I had made in the darkness. "I'm wearing girls'clothing, aren't I?" Yes, I'm afraid you are. Those used to be mine actu...ally."Just as I had feared. There I was, a complete stranger, wearing herdiscarded clothes--clothes which obviously did not fit me. I must havebeen quite the pitiful figure for her to consider letting me into herhome. "I guess I look pretty odd," I said."Well . . ." she said, proceeding cautiously, "yes, a bit. I'm surethere's some kind of. ”“Oh my god, her father didn’t catch you, did he?”“I wish that were it. Then I think we would know how to handle it.”“You used a condom, didn’t you?”“Let me start from the beginning, Mom. Last night I helped Barbara put up the canoes, and then she asked me to come up to her house to meet her father, and we could hang out there for a while. We had a Coke and talked with her dad until she told her dad that we were going up to her room to hang out. It was around 9:00, and her dad said okay but. More deadly, in its way, than any knife."Seven thousand tons of parched corn. One thousand tons of corn flour. Three thousand tons of amaranth, which is a grain like corn. Twelve thousand barrels of wine, thirty thousand barrels of beer. A thousand barrels of whiskey."Whiskey wasn't a word Freidal knew. "What is whiskey?" Distilled fermented corn," she said, patient with the interruption. She had to explain distilled to him as well.She looked at him, smiled slightly and went back to her list.. . sweet ... sweet Marilyn.” He cupped her mound where that sweetness centered. He kissed all over her face, avoiding her mouth only because she was panting. “Darling Marilyn. Lovely woman ... loving woman.” He could see that love in her eyes and feasted on it.When she seemed to not be panting anymore, he kissed her lips. When this didn’t seem to cause her any difficulty, he entered her mouth with his tongue to taste the love he’d seen. When he began to stroke her, however, she shook her head..