Would she see me as the hero I wanted to be or as some fearsome intruder? Would she go willingly from her prison or would she put up a fight? Would sh...e fall in love with me or be reviled by my admissions? Uncertainty fueled my inaction. I knew I would have to act soon, and yet, I waited, and watched, memorizing her every movement, dreaming at night of her impossible long tresses wrapped around our naked forms as we made love. I had become as much of a prisoner as she. I awoke in the middle of. She turned them down nicely and sweetly, but she always turned them down. I wondered if she was lesbian, as did some of the women I hung with. Sheri never seemed to pursue women either.I heard a few guys remarking bitterly that they thought Sheri was a guy dressed as a woman, but why would she stick to jeans and tees if that were the case. You’d think at least some of the time she’d go for skirts and dresses and wear makeup, and she didn’t do any of those. She was kind of an enigma among the. She seems totally oblivious to the fact that she is driving down a highway. "Don't they realize the thing is driving me nuts!" She replays the group therapy session of that afternoon over and over in her mind. "Everybody seems to be only interested in what you are wearing - as if a skirt, foundation or pierced ears would make you a woman! I know with my whole being that I am a woman. But the thing! How long will I be burdened with the grotesque thing!?"Erica slams the steering wheel with. She was finally able to explained that she was moving to Atlanta where her grandparents were still living. Jerry her husband had moved out and he was asking for a divorce.She was extremely affected by the separation and she kept crying all the time on the phone. She did tell me though, that Catherine said to her that she still loved me but she couldn't live with me since I no longer trusted her. She finally said that she didn't believe that my ex-wife had ever cheated on me. Deep within my.