Do you mind tellingme how you picked it?" I never said that!" Roger said, defensively. "I said that that's the nameHE picked for situations when we're... with non family-members, when we justCAN'T use 'Ralph'. Within the family HE's still 'Ralph'." Oh really?" Mom said, sounding disappointed."I dunno about you, Roger, but I'm gonna have a hard time calling HER'Ralph' -- she looks nothing like Ralph did! This one is 100% girl, andcompletely adorable. The name 'Ralph' just won't work!"I almost. All of the pressures of societycame rushing at me. Does this mean I am gay? Am I going to hell? Will Ibecome known as a queer? All the things that didn't matter just a fewminutes ago now seemed like major life decisions.I made an awkward lie and told her that I had to go. I got dressed andleft. I had trouble sleeping that night with so many thoughts goingthrough my head. Would I die of shame? Am I gay? What is wrong with me?I finally fell asleep and slept in late on Sunday. My. It was no great disadvantage, he thought, that the girl was twelve years younger than him, at just eighteen, and as tasty a morsel as any man could wish to take on a honeymoon. She was endowed with lustrous black hair framing a pale face; sparkling green eyes which seemed to laugh whenever she smiled, and an ample figure with nice wide child-bearing hips and full breasts and arse cheeks which bounced and joggled as she walked. A bright, kind nature and a bubbly personality completed the picture. She was wearing agrey?robe would be the best word. The robe was similar to those wore by monksin the 15th century, it was long sleeved but the length of the robeonly reached her knees. There was also a hood, but unlike the hood of theancient monks which covered only the top of the head, this hood covered thewhole face with a mesh in front. Jenny couldn?t even see the eyes. This meansthat all Jenny could see was a grey, faceless person whose only visible bodyparts were her hands and lower legs..