I am not going to wring her neck. I am not going to wring her neck, he told himself over and over. She's a source of eggs and future chicken dinners ...– if those eggs hatch – but keep on bitch, and one day I'll be eating you.With another squawk, she flew back over to finish her meal, from time to time still raising her head to check on his whereabouts.After a heavy breakfast, he worked his way down the muddy hillside to wash his pants and shirt in the now-roaring stream, then hung them on a bush. "Jilly likes a little cock nowand then, but I'm trying to stop. Mainly, we just did a flip-flop withour lives. We're reversing gender roles for the sake of our mentalhealth. You know what it's like. I'm sure there were times you wanted towear the pants. Right?"I glared at Dev. Why would she...he tell my mother that I liked oral sexwith men?"Well, I guess I always knew that Jack was gay. He couldn't help it. Evenwhen he was little, he liked boys."Huh?"He was always so little, always so girly.. . I don't know, Cambodia or Venezuela or somesuch. I really was stricken. Any thoughts I had about trying to put the marriage back together were flying out the window."Okay. I guess if you gotta, you gotta," I tried to look up at her. The tears in my eyes were real."Just wanted to tell you. There's a note in the kitchen saying the same thing," she said. "Love ya." It was the last words I heard from her for a long time. Well, except for some "oh yeah baby"s that weren't directed at me.I visited. When I did so, I felt lightheaded as I looked down at my stockinged feet, framed by the lacy hem of my slip. The feeling of the sheer nylon against my skin was like nothing I had ever experienced."Okay, honey, time to put on your dress," she said.By now, I was so stunned by what was happening to me that I simply held up my arms again, and she laughed as she spun me around and dropped Janet's green taffeta dress over my head and arms and pulled it snug. I heard a zipper sliding up my back, and.