”“What do you mean?”“I think he meant ‘girl’ like people used to call black people ‘boy’. It’s a term from when there was slavery an...d segregation.”Charlotte considered. Then she said, “Yes, I think you are right. Sexist and racist. Le cochon.”“Huh?”“Pig,” she spat.I recalled my high school French and said, “Oui. Il est trés un cochon.”“Ah? Tu parle français?” She looked at me hopefully.“Oh, barely enough to ask where the bathroom is and to order more beer.”“Ah. Je vois.” She nodded with. ’ Donna let a great guffaw out as she leaned back in her chair. ‘Girl, you really are a trip. Sex gets your mind off of things you’ve been worrying about.’ ‘Well, right now, can we can our minds off of the sex?’ Julie beseeched. The rest of the conversation over dinner consisted of catching up on old college friends, old times, and what they were doing that was new. Donna was now a magazine editor in Chicago after six years of being some dick-head’s assistant she had plunged head first into. ” She said nervously, still facing away from me.“Yeah, sorry about that, as you can see I was watching a – uh – movie and the volume was pretty loud.” I said.She glanced up at me and was surprised to see I had made no effort in getting dressed. She didn’t turn away in embarrassment this time and she again surveyed my body. I could see she liked what she saw as she was blushing a deep red that almost matched her hair. I definitely liked what I saw, I always kind of had a thing for French maids,. All his vitals are completely normal. It's not unusual for some people to take a little longer to come out of this--" And at that very moment Dan began to stir.In contrast to Brenda's giddy reaction, Dan's was strangely subdued. Perhaps he thought he had to play the part of the dispassionate male? He gave his new body an almost clinical inspection, nodded to himself, then to his former self with just a faint hint of a smile....then stood up, walked over to her and gave her a kiss. It was a.