At first Karen said she didn’t want to go but she had an inspiration for a costume, wouldn’t tell me what it was, and agreed to go.Halloween night... Karen was missing. In her place stood Marilyn Monroe, red dress, platinum blonde hair, beauty mark and squeaky, naive little voice. I could not speak, even to compliment her. I could only gawk and drool, as Marilyn swung her hips and flirted, seemingly unaware of the affect she would have on all the men in the world. Marilyn eyes sparkled and she. I don't think she ever had ice cream.After we got home Sarah and I talked for hours about how she had to conduct herself while she was at my parent's house and what was considered proper behavior when she was questioned by social services. I impressed on her that she was never to lie or even evade the truth when she gave her answers. I let her know that if the social services caught her in a lie that it could mean that she would be put in a foster home and I would never be able to see her. But I was always really curious about boys, and what I fantasized about was seeing boys get together the way I got together with my girlfriends. The problem was that for the boys being called gay, or bi, or fag, or queer, was like being kicked in the crotch. They dreaded it worse than death. The girls, on the other hand, even the straight ones, generally thought that it was pretty cool to be called bisexual or even lesbian. This weird dis-symmetry bothered me, not because I was into theory,. He said, “Ah, I don’t know, I, ah, er, had to see for myself.” He was asked, “See what?” James said, “My wife said she was coming here to get fucked by black men. I didn’t believe her, but I recognize one woman on the mattress. My God, how many black men have fucked her now?”The two men took James to a chair, stripped him naked from the waist down and tied his legs and torso to the chair. He was told he was tied so he wouldn’t do anything stupid. The chair was placed where he had a clear.