Katherine grabbed his arm, "Ed, you heard my story last night. If I get too possessive, just tell me and I'll back off. I don't want to push you away ...and lose you."Ed pulled her to him, "Katherine, I need you as much as you need me. I have been wallowing in self-pity for so long that I can't remember not being unhappy. I'll be here until you throw me out."Katherine kissed him with tears streaming down her face.Ed got into the car and the driver started toward the office."What's your name?" he. "Santa... Around my age most kids don't believe in you anymore. But I do.I really do. If you do exist, you've seen what I have done. You've seen metrying on my sister's clothes. I hope you didn't put me on the naughtylist just because of that. It's just that... Lately I've felt... wrong. Idon't know how to describe it. My body is changing. And I... Hate it. Idon't know what to say. I just feel... wrong in my own body. Everythingfeels wrong. Lately I... I've been observing girls in a very. He brightened again and said, "Oh well. That's something I'll have to consider the next time around."Jonas was staring at the little old man with growing comprehension. His eyes were getting bigger. "Are you God?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.Joe shrugged, and said with a laugh, "I guess that's another name we could use if you want, but Joe really is fine with me." He chuckled again with that summer time shower sound. "I don't need a name to establish my identity," he explained. He brightened. I was not aware how long it took - but it had to have been but a few seconds, certainly less than a minute.My seed, that first blast, shot out the head of my circumcised penis to dirty my pyjama top. The following blasts coating the urgent movements of my grandmothers hand.Then it was over and as I had been since awakening, I was frozen sitting up on my elbows watching my grandparent. She retrieved a few tissues from my bedside table and cleaned my pyjama top and then her hand of the evidence.