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I know it's embarrassing, but how many of you ladies are "taken for a walk" outside when you have to pee? I'm accustomed to it now, of course, but it's still embarrassing to be led on a leash to the far corner of the back yard and have my bull watch while I empty my bladder.

When I was growing up, "Mr. James" would come to our house. For a long time I didn't understand the relationship between that black man and my Mom and Dad. They acted respectful to him and it was like he had some control. He often sat beside Mom on the sofa and put his hands on her sometimes...