She paid for her drinks, and was putting on her jacket when she felt a touch on the back of her neck. It was so sure and gentle and warm. She turned a...round and he was there. His hand was stroking her back, tickling the sensitive spot on the back of her neck. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to have him touch her — no awkwardness, no hesitation — as though they had been together forever. They left together — no words exchanged — his hand resting on the small of her back. They got. People treat a woman differently than they treat a man,and I dont think even if they know who you were they are going to beable to help themselves, and they will treat you like a woman. Becausethat's what you are, now. And of course, you are going to have to dealwith some ... anatomical differences. You grew up in the 30's, if Iremember right, and I suspect you never had any education on what awoman goes through, but you're going to have to get educated now. Yourphysical health will depend on. They need their sleep." Why Carolyn, you're beginning to sound like a real little mother!" Don was touched by his wife's concern for the boys. He was going away to Los Angeles on business the next day and he was glad that the boys would be in good hands with Carolyn while he was gone.Their bedroom was cool and quiet, and Carolyn sank down into the bed without taking off her dress. Her head was throbbing from all the drinks they'd had and from the terrible problems she'd been weighing. She would. . "You want me to ring the Home, Daddy?" she questioned, petting Kappy's noble head beside her while she watched Max walk toward their corner bar. Of course, she knew he wouldn't. Invariably, they both preferred to stimulate their drives for hours before they satisfied their lust, and she had told her chief matron ten o'clock. It was yet five minutes from that. Besides, Maggie knew old lesbian Seybor wouldn't dare fail her lest she be cut off from the scrapped young delicacies she tossed her.