Only the poor girl doesn't know it yet. And those little jam-outs of his don't look the same with a gut under a silk shirt (a la Bea Arthur fashion predictability). And I'm gonna say it: I want to touch his nose. It's a fine Picasso, with his crooked myriad of triangles. Isosceles, equilateral, a pyramid, all contributing to the success of pecking in his tree.
The one that I'm worried about is that little Mexican boy. That little monologue was brilliantly rehearsed, and I hope he's getting his money's worth. How many 11-14 yr. old boys do you know hold their guy-friends' hands? Only budding tranny-chasers.
[This message was edited by B. Domination on 02-07-03 at 02:11 PM.]