He suddenly realized she was a woman now, and not “Little Chrissy” any more.With a trace of guilt he thought back to the time she was sixteen and ...had taken a shower at his house after a soccer game. Without thinking he’d walked into the master bathroom. She’d turned off the water and was toweling off. Had the water been running he’d have remembered she was in there, but it was quiet. There she was, standing, feet spread shoulder’s width, facing him with both hands up, rubbing a towel through. Then there was a four week period where about all I could do was get out of bed three or four times a day and walk around the block with a walker. It was another two months before I was able to have sex with Katrina and even then she had to do most of the work while I lay on my back. It was another month before I was one hundred percent able to handle my husbandly duties and go back to my job.The week I went back to work Doug, who was my best friend, threw a 'back to life' party. A lot of my. Maybe if she was lucky Mr. Thorn would be home and he would slide his thing between her legs. She felt like she would die if she didn't get something soon.She crossed the yard in her bare feet. The cool blades of grass tickled between her toes. She opened the gate to the Thorn's backyard, went through, and quietly set the latch. She tiptoed up the steps to their deck. The cool water in the pool sparkled. The sun glared off its surface and she shaded her eyes.If Mr. Thorn was home, maybe she. Trust me on that. If you’re gay, be gay. It’s what makes you happy and ... well, gay,” my wife playfully asked Devin about grandchildren, while keeping it fairly lighthearted.“Sheriff Mervyn Spancill. Don’t ask me how he got that name. Ever since the Dubliners recorded that song, he’s had nothing but grief about it. A very Irish name for a Southern black peace officer. Granted, there aren’t that many black Southern sheriffs around at all, let alone openly gay ones, but he’s one of that rare.