We imagined that this was a ruse on his part, for his neck loved the yoke of groomdom.

This he tries to compensate through various means. The show of vulgar power, rude behaviour, a generally contemptive attitude are but a few of them.

The bespectacled and bow-tied Harvelle Chilton, self-styled cracker barrel sage, grabbed the stool in the corner (Chickie would never have allowed anything as low-class as a real cracker barrel into the room).

Lost and recovered in the working through of repeated repudiations and reacceptances of femininity, vaginal sensations eventually unite and coordinate...