Rhonasmiled and said, ‘Rick, be a sweetie and go sort out the idiot for me,please.’Rick scuttled away, his face still burning with embarrassment. ...‘Shit,shit, shit. I’m so fucked.’ he thought. ‘She’ll tell everyone and I’llhave to leave.’Steve had completely screwed up, and it took Rick a couple of hours tosort out the mess. He had the uncomfortable feeling that Rhona waswatching him all the time. By the time he had finished cleaning up afterSteve’s cock ups, it was time to leave. Steve. ."That was pretty nice of them and their email was very generous, as was a note from the Advisor of the Akron Pride Center Youth Group in Ohio. He asked me for permission to distribute the story in print form, to make it available " ... as an example of a story of love and self-acceptance." That's a sweet thought and it made me smile, as you can imagine.Getting letters and feedback like that is very nice and gratifying, considering I wrote the story with little more intent than to entertain. Either way, I'll be proud to be seen with you.”As we drove to the shops, we talked more about the paternity test. “I'm still not sure if I want to know if you're my Dad,” Amy said. “I'm a grown-up now, legally, so it's not like I need to have a father to take care of me. I should be able to do that myself.”“True, but it never hurts to have someone you can call family,” I said.“It never hurts to have a new friend, either,” Amy replied. “Can we wait to make a decision?”The first place we went. As the music throbbed to an end, Yulia finished with her legs wide apart as she did the splits on the stage, again arching her back away from the crowd, her limbs stretched out in a perfect line as her torso was torqued backwards. Suddenly her hands rose over her body holding her top, to loud, anticipatory cheers. With pure strength she straightened her torso up, her arm over her chest covering her breasts as she threw the flimsy fabric behind her to the delight of the crowd.Axel Thesleff’s.