“The only way you could ever hope to know what a
hell it can be most of the time would be if you and I
were somehow able to trade places,” she said evenly.
She turned to face him, to watch his expression in
the light of the oncoming cars.
“Of course, since that could never happen, you’re
pretty safe in your oh- so-superior ‘man’s’ world.”
“Superior man’s world?” Tim asked, wondering if
his wife had suddenly become a feminist.
“And even if it could be done, changing places that
is, you wouldn’t do it, because you’d never lower
yourself or give up your precious ‘penis status’ to be a
mere female in this damned male-dominated world.”
“That sounded like a challenge,” Tim said, his
pride hurt but still relieved that it would be a challenge
that would never be taken up on.
“No, Dear, just the truth. You couldn’t handle being
a woman, not even for an instant,” Sally said,
crossing her arms over her breasts, satisfied that she
had won the argument, at least for the night. “Just
forget I ever said anything.”
For the first time in months, they went to bed without