It's strictly a boy-thing." Oh, sure," Alice said, with a wry smile. "Your mom was raised in a convent--you'd offend her sensibilities if you talked t...o her about something sexual. At least I assume it's sexual. Am I right?"Davey blushed a little, and nodding his head said, "Yeah, sort of--at least from one way of looking at it."Alice got that serious expression on her face again and said, "Davey, I may be a woman, but I do know a little bit about 'boy things.' When I was growing up, I had two. So she was always behind in her housework. But since the kids were doing a sleep over at her parent's for the night, she thought she'd take advantage of it and show her hubby a few new tricks. Is that his car pulling in? Since the burgers were on the cool side of the grill, she could leave them for a minute so she ran through the kitchen to the doorway. Sure enough, there he was. So being in a brazen hussy frame of mind, she stepped into the garage before the door came down. . " That terse reply clearly told me that something was amiss between the two of them, and I opted not to press for further elaboration at that time.Paul's provider of transportation was Natalie; we were all shocked that she even expressed an interest in coming along. The remaining five of us – Inez, Evie, Eileen, Dave and myself – piled into Dave's car for the long trip. I rode in the passenger seat, while the three girls sat in the back. Up the New York State Thruway we shot, a lot of laughing. I wanted to show them that they could be in control.It occurred to me one day while watching a particularly stunning black girl sit with her friend discussing what to eat in the mall's food court, that I should just go for it. What better way to show my vulnerability then to be utterly vulnerable. That and when she noticed me watching her the way she looked at me inspired me. Her eyes were fierce. I could see she was off limits to me. My age, race and clothing betrayed me as an outsider to.