SHE also told me this morning that she really always hatedher ugly boy name, and would really just love it if we used somethingmore girly. So Ladies a...nd Gentlemen, to honor her wishes, 'Alex' is nomore, she'll be known as 'Lexi' from now on!"My family all nodded in agreement as I stood there in the same positionunable to speak, but screaming inside. As he went on to my family abouthow I had been secretly yearning to be freed of my masculinity foryears, each time he said my new name, "Lexi", my. Let's see... A boy's shirt, boy's pants, and a boy's mentalvoice. Girl, huh?" she teased. "Well, two of the three are my doing, I'm afraid. We haven't gotten aroundto buying things for working around the house, so I told her to throw onsome of her old clothes." "I'm just yankin' your chain. You already knew that I could see throughher clothes." Angel started feeling awkward at that. "Hey, don't worry about it. It's just the way this stuff works. Frankly, Iusually ignore it. One more set of. She then said two things to me (1) she told me she thought I might be gay and that I was at least bi because I enjoyed anal sex and (2) she wanted to have a two guy 3some. She suggested the guy be Derek because we knew him and she knew he was good. She also thought it would be really hot because he is my friend and he is dominant and I’m submissive. When I said I wasn’t that submissive she laughed and said “Oh my God you are such a sub…just own it I like that you are!” I didn’t give in right. Sure, there were reasons never to have reached that unlikely result. I was old enough to be her father. We were married, although to other people. However, we were also a lot alike, subject to the same weaknesses, dealing with the same sources of unhappiness. Struggling with frustrations that seemed mirror images and getting into trouble as a result. We saw each other through our ups and downs. But we did not get into trouble with each other. We were each other’s greatest cheerleader. We wanted.