KILL IT & GRILL IT! BOLD + GRAPHIC. NUTTY BUDDY. BIG. BUILD A BIGGER STAGE! BISCUITS & GRAVY. APOTHIC WINES. ROUTE MAP. EFFECTIVE. POINTS OF INTEREST. TRIP PLANNER. UDASH! GREAT ESCAPE . . . HEAVEN MUST HAVE SENT YOU FROM ABOVE! WHISKED AWAY TO FLORENCE, MONTANA, PLACE OF MY ALMOST DEATH FOUR YEARS AGO, RECOGNIZED THE VERY GAS STATION, I PULLED INTO IN MY FORD TAURUS, AS ANOTHER FORD TAURUS PULLED OUT, WAITED UNTIL DUSK, NOT MORE THAN A HALF HOUR DOWN THE ROAD, MY FEARS FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE, WHEN I WAS WARNED BY A COP IN HAMILTON, DECIDING TO GO BACK UP TO MISSOULA, RATHER THEN HEAD TO 400 MILES OF OPEN SPACE AND EASY PREY, ONLY TO FIND, GOING THE OTHER WAY, 5 HIGHWAY PATROL, PARKED, RIGHT UP THE THE WHITE LINES ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, GRILLS AND HEADLIGHTS ON ME AS I PASSED, MOVING INTO THE INSIDE LANE, LOOKING LIKE IT WAS A MILITARY DRILL, AND SOMEONE WAS JUST WAITING FOR COMMAND CENTRAL TO GIVE THE WORD, TO "T-BONE" ME, AND KNOCK ME INTO THE MERIDIAN--I THINK MY MOVE TO THE FAR LANE OR INSIDE LANE, TWO LANES REMOVED FROM THE COPS, FUCKED UP THE PLAN, WHICH COULD HAVE BEEN TO "T-BONE" ME, SAY I FELL ASLEEP, 4 AM IN THE MORNING, THEN BE THE FIRST RESPONDORS, AND REPORT THAT I FELL ASLEEP A THE WHEEL, AND HAD A ROLL OVER, AND WAS FOUND DEAD ON ARRIVAL . . . WHICH APPEARED TO HAVE BEEN, PLAYED OUT THE FOLLOWING NIGHT, OUTSIDE FLORENCE, SAW FIFTEEN COPS CARS, LOOKING DOWN THE FORD TAURUS, UPSIDE DOWN IN THE MERIDIAN, WHEELS STILL SPINNING, LATER REPORTED TO BE ME, WHO ALLEGEDLY DIED IN AN ACCIDENT, AS I CRUISED PAST THE COPS TO SAFETY, BUT BEING ALLEGEDLY DEAD SINCE THAT DAY, GOING PASSED THE MAYHEM, DOWN THE FREEWAY AND OUT OF THE STATE, LATER TOLD BY TWO BROTHERS, WHO WERE MARINES, WHO FOLLOWED MY EMAILS AT THE TIME, THAT THEY KNEW WHO I WAS, THE ATTORNEY FROM UTAH WHO FIGHTS, COPS, PROSECUTORS, JUDGES, AND GOVERNMENT ON CORRUPTION . . . AND DID YOU KNOW YOU DIED IN AN ACCIDENT LAST OCTOBER? I FIGURED. STRANGE HOW LIFE BRINGS YOU FULL CIRCLE. EVEN THE STREET SIGNS OUT HERE, ARE VERY SYMBOLIC: (1) "MORMON CIRCLE," JUST AS YOU ENTER FLORENCE FROM MISSOULA, SECOND PROPHET OF THE MORMON CHURCH WAS THE CREATE SETTLER, SENT MORMONS THROUGHOUT THE WEST TO SETTLE COMMUNITIES, POLYGAMIST COMMUNITY JUST DOWN THE ROAD; (2) "DONNA" . . . MY, EX-MOTHER IN-LAS, AS IN MY THIRD HUSBAND'S MOTHER'S NAME, DONNA'S DOLPHINS, A CHURCH DINNER GAME, BIG TIME MASTERMIND, BRETT; (3) "CIRCLE"--FULL CIRCLE OF TERROR, STARTING ALMOST EXACTLY FOUR YEARS AGO OCTOBER, 2012; (4) "ANTRIM" . . . IDENTITY THEFT, ANN OR JOANN TRIM, MY SUBSTITUTE, WIFE SWAP AND EX-BEST FRIEND, ATTORNEY, PRETENDING TO BE ME; YOU THINK, SHE IS ME! OR ONE OF THE 5 OR MORE OTHER FRAUD BROADS, DEPENDING ON WHO IS ASSIGNED TO WHICH MONTANA TOWN, OR WHICH LOCATION IN UTAH. LOL! (4) "TODD" . . . BRETT "TODD" STEWART OR STUART, WELLSVILLE, UTAH STEWARTS, MT. STUART, BRETT, DIFFERENT SPELLINGS, SAME FAMILY? (5) "THE STREET WITH NO NAME" IS WHERE MY FRIEND LIVES, AND IT IS "OWNED BY A CHURCH" AND HAS NO NAME! NOW IF THAT IS NOT SYMBOLIC OF THE MORMON CHURCH, THE RICO, "ASSOCIATION" OR COMMON DENOMINATOR FOR ALL PARTIES, INVOLVED IN THIS CRIMINAL ENTERPRISES OR ACTIVITIES FOR THE SUPER MOB! VERY INTERESTING. "STORAGE WARS" IT IS NOT, BUT A "SET UP" AND "STING OP" AT SOME STORAGE IN NORTH MISSOULA, ACROSS FROM THE TRAINS AND RAILROAD TRACKS, "MASKED" AS JUST FOUR FRIENDS GETTING TOGETHER SHARING A BEAUTIFUL SUNNY EARLY SUMMER AFTERNOON, WITH SOME BEER, DIET COKE, AND CHIPS, PLUS SOME LIGHT HEART AND GOOD CONVERSATION! WHITE FUZZ KEPT FLOATING THROUGH THE AIR, PUTTING ME ON EDGE A BIT, WITH MY NEW YORK, PUERTO RICAN, AUTHOR FRIENDS, RAISED IN A JEWISH NEIGHBORHOOD, MAFIA CONNECTED TRANSPLANT TO MONTANA--HEY, THAT IS ALL AMERICAN MR. TRUMP! LOL! JOINED BY A FEW OF HER FRIENDS, OR NEW ACQUINTANCE, AUTHOR, WHO WANTED ME TO EDIT HER BOOK, COMING OUT IN SEPTEMBER, "MYSTERIOUS WAYS: A PLAN IN PLACE" WHICH IS AN INTERESTING TITLE IN CONTEXT OF WHAT APPEARED TO BE THE PLAN FOR YESTERDAY AFTERNOON . . . ALWAYS SCOPING OUT FEDERAL AGENTS, UNDERCOVER DIRT BAG COPS, USUALLY RISING FROM THE RANKS AND FILES OF NARCOTICS TASK FORCES, DEA, AND STILL PISSED ABOUT, ME KILLING ASSET FORFEITURE, NOW BACK IN FULL BLOOM, WITH FEDS GETTING A 20% CUT, LOCAL COPS GETTING TO KEEP 80% OF THE BOOTY, AND ME BACK RATTING THEM OUT! FULL CIRCLE, STARTED MY MONTANA POLITICAL GRAND OPENING, AFTER BEING RUN OUT OF THE STATE OF UTAH FOR MY CASES, BACK, FINDING MYSELF IN THE WORLD OF COPS AND MARIJUANA, FBI RAIDS, 31 GROWERS ARRESTED, SENTENCING, LEGISLATION TO MODIFY MEDICAL MARIJUANA LAWS, AROUND SINCE 2004, BACK ON THE CHOPPING BLOCK, IN 2012, AND ME LANDING SMACK DAB I THE MIDDLE, ONLY A DIFFERENT STATE! I NEVER SAW A COP FOR THE FIRST TWO AND A HALF MONTHS, IN MONTANA, BACK IN 2012, UNTIL I SPOKE UP AND WROTE A CRITIC ON THE FBI AND DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE, REPLACEMENT LEGISLATION THAT WAS SHIT! KITCHEN SINK SHIT . . . REPORTED WRITING TO THE U.S. ATTORNEY GENERAL FOR THE DISTRICT OF UTAH, ABOUT COPS BEING THE ONES GROWING THE MARIJUANA IN UTAH, THAT IS ILLEGAL, STILL, OTHER THAN KIDS WITH SEIZURES, WHO CAN PURCHASE IF FROM LEGAL MEDICAL MARIJUANA STATES, GROWING AND SELLING THE STASH, THEN BRAGGING THAT THEY TOOK $13 MILLION STREET VALUE MARIJUANA OFF THE STREETS--THEY DID, KEPT THE CASH, AND PURCHASED TOYS FOR COPS WITH THE MONEY, AND SMOKE A FEW BOWLS THEMSELVES! FROM THE WHITEFISH LIBRARY SHOWING OF "CODE OF THE WEST" LATE OCTOBER, OF 2012, TO NOW, COPS HAVE BEEN NONE STOP AFTER ME, AND IT ALL STARTED, HERE IN MISSOULA, HAMILTON, BACK TO MISSOULA, THEN TO FLORENCE, WHERE I ALLEGEDLY DIED, IN MY FORD TAURUS . . . PROBLEM WAS, FROM AERIAL SURVEILLANCE, I PULLED UNDER THE TOWN PUMP AWNING, AS THE OTHER TAURUS, FATEFULLY PULLED OUT, SO IT LOOKED LIKE THE SAME FORD TAURUS, BUT IS WAS NOT . . . I AM STILL KICKIN' FOUR YEARS AND BACK TO BACK ELECTIONS WITH A RELENTLESS PURSUIT AND THREATS TO MY LIFE! AND THE FUCKING STREET SIGNS TELL THE GOD DAMNED STORY, IN LIVING BREATHING COLOR! IT IS BEAUTIFUL OUT HERE, I COULD NOT REMEMBER, EXACTLY WHERE THE GAS STATION WAS, BECAUSE, I DIDN'T KNOW MONTANA AT THE TIME, AND WITHOUT A CAR, OR MY TRUCK, MY ORIGINAL VEHICLE, UNTIL COPS IN UTAH STOLE IT, SAYING THE NEXT TIME I LEAVE UTAH IT WILL BE ON FOOT! OH, YEAH, JUST CAUGHT THE GREYHOUND BUS, AT THE TA TRUCK STOP A MILE FROM MY HOME AND TOOK OFF BACK UP TO MONTANA . . . REPLACED MY FORD RANGER BABY TRUCK WITH THE FORD TAURUS THE SUBJECT OF THIS TITLE AND DEATH VEHICLE, LATER BLOWN UP WITH A PIPE BOMB IN SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH, JANUARY 1 OR 2, 2013, AT THE 13TH EAST EXIT, ON MY WAY TO SEE MY SON, ELLIOT, BASS, GUITARIST, VOCALIST FOR BANDS, PARALLAX, GOD'S REVOLVER, MARALOKA, NEW CD COMING OUT FOR "THE DITCH & THE DELTA" AND BAND "WORST FRIENDS" AND FAMILY, I WOULD ADD! FULL FUCKING CIRCLE, MORMON CIRCLE, DONNA, TODD AND ANTRIM! BUT SHE IS SURE AS SHIT, NOT ME! LOL! I AM BIG & BEAUTIFUL! AS MY SON, CHRIS, REFERS TO HIS DARLING TWO YEAR OLD, DAUGHTER WHO LOOKS 5! LOL! I AM STILL ALIVE, STILL FREE, AND STILL UNBROKEN!

ELECTION TO ELECTION, AND A WHOLE SHIT LOAD OF MONEY IN BETWEEN!

Local Cops Lay Low, Feds Take Over at Pov.

So Saturday morning, foiled a sing op, Ms. Magoo style, going to catch the bus, 6:45 AM, only to remember, that the bus doesn't leave on Saturdays until, fuckin' 10:15 AM, not going to wait on that one, so headed down the street, to return for lunch, figuring one sting op, for the day was enough, hanging out after lunch, which I never do, just didn't feel like hiking over to the bus stop, and digging the true crime shows that have recently cropped up on my computer.  As the afternoon, wore on, by about 3:30 PM, I started to notice, guys, I have sensed were uncover feds, start to co-mingle, come in and out, one sitting behind me, the identifier, the others, wearing shirts, that said, EVENT STAFF, going and out, again, not looking like your typical homeless dude, too good looking, nice body, which of course I would notice, just sitting taking in all the activity, in the room, after zoning out for a few hours, so unlike me!  The dude sitting nearest to me, has been involved in several, and I was somewhat alarmed to see him sitting behind me, wearing his bright orange shirt, my sign for smart . . . this is the smart woman . . . making me, start to take note, but, still  just watching the room and my crime shows.  I was kind of pissed, and sick of this relentless pursuit, but, not willing to give in, nor ignore what to most people would seem normal, but to me, more trained, being completely abnormal in a very normal way.

All of the sudden my Puerto Rican princess comes sashaying her skinny ass, into the room, waves, says she is looking for someone, and she will be back in a minute, responded to by me with a nod, take your time, I'm in the middle of my program . . . all the sudden, Mr. Louisiana, wearing the orange shirt, B-lines it out of the room.  Good.  Relief.  Luz, who became my friend, last year, who has lived in her car, had several residents, and now, finally found a fit, out in the amazingly gorgeous, area of Florence, in the country, having hooked up an in-laws apartment, behind a woman's house, with a large yard, chickens--one black chicken, has a plumb ass, and Luz said that it reminds her of the cocky, sassy black chicks in New York, geese, ducks, garden, and great open space, with snow capped, pine covered, green ass mountains, with variety and grandeur, right outside her door, a landscape to live a life time, to live by and wake up to each morning, with stars, crickets, and silence, surrounding her little abode and sanctuary.  A delightful and cheery place, for sure, beautiful sunsets, peace, and stillness . . . priceless!  But, Luz, comes back and plops her sorry skinny ass excuse for a butt, down right where the dude in the orange shirt had been, and says, do you want to come with me, out to Florence?  She told me her sister, Josephine, just died and she needed some company . . . I reminded her that she mentioned a girl slumber party, several weeks ago . . . well, just come now, you can get away . . . little did she know what was brewing at the Pov., and I said sure, packed up my shit, and we loaded, Shane, a former resident of the Poverello, into her car, got gas, beer, and Diet Coke and headed out for the 16 miles of shear natural beauty!  AHHHHHHH, fresh air, floods of memories, of husbands and houses, passed . . . gardens, chickens, mountains, nature!

BARNES AND NOBLE, 5 STAR RATING BOOK . . . START EDITING LUZ'S BOOK, "MYSTERIOUS WAYS" HER ACCOUNTS OF BLACK MAGIC, VOODOO, A FAMILY DESTROYED, WHEN PANDORA'S BOX OF EVIL IS OPENED, FINDING GOD, LIFE SAVING EVENTS, SURVIVING CANCER, DRUG DEALS GONE BAD, SHOOTINGS, ABUSE, 9/11, ETC.

Luz, dropped out of school, was married off by her abusive mother, who married her off, at age 15, to a 16 year old neighbor boy, who ended up being an abusive husband, escaping, to live on the streets, of Brooklyn, so writing this book, has been a challenge to say the least.  Luz, finished her book, I believe in 2009, yanked immediately, 12 chapters, and she then republished the book in 2011, when she re-read the book and realized she sent the publisher, an unedited version of her book, mixing up flash drives, or travel drives, or they mixed the versions up, horrified, she wanted to second shot at the book.  When I met her a year ago, she had two published copies of her book, but she refused to let me read it, and told me to wait until she got the revised version completed.  So, throughout the year, I have seen her trying to write her book, freezing, sitting in a car, with some new contraption, computer that she could get juiced off her car, to broken down cars, failed living arrangements, until she finally, landed a hook up with vocational rehab, who helped her make a business plan, guide and money to complete the re-write of her book.  She wanted to change the cover, fix the stories, do this and that, and she finally, got the copy ready for the printer, but she wanted me to edit the book, before the paid editor, nervous with her grammar and writing skills, but with killer, good stories, and good ideas, obviously, but she was still struggling with her introduction, so we hit the book ASAP!

Ms. Trehan, is a giver in this world, worried that her guests are comfortable, serving, giving food, comfort and she is notably a very grateful person.  As she tried to thank me for coming, in her time of sorrow and need, I thanked her for saving me from possible disaster, from what I saw cooking at the Poverello, and hearing the song, You must have been sent from heaven above, for the second time, in just a short time, I assured her, it was my pleasure, and my gratitude too, because, I could tell something was up, and always wanting to error on the side of safety, not sticking around to see, if I am correct in my feelings or not, but, generally getting divine confirmations, either through a sign, or song, which, being sent from heaven above, seemed to indicate, God using me to help and comfort her--her to save and rescue me, getting me out of town, in fucking minutes, and with the element of surprise, just, sat down, told me she was depressed, why, and saying I'll meet you in the car . . . Shane was injured in an accident, crossing highway 93 back in 1998, when he was 22, so while with some use of his legs, he is wheelchair bound, for the most part.  Luz, like me, values being good for her word, as I do, and she promised Shane, to get him out of town, as soon as she finished her book . . . she finished, June 2, the day before her birthday, but with her sister's death, she just didn't want to be alone.  Luz is a 66 year old, good hearted woman, God fearing and loving, while and crazy, and we, while being raised so different, have through, some bizarre, paths, and God's hand, ended up in the same place, one as a high school drop out and the other as a highly educated member of the United State's Supreme Court Bar!  Go figure!  LOL!  But our core values are the same . . . hers, coming from black magic and tragedy, and mine coming from a somewhat privileged white, boring, but secure, stable, Mormon home, almost all the way across the country!

Two Juicy Older Women, Young at Heart, Kickin' It and Sharing Endless Stories, Hot, Sexy, Cool, Dangerous, Up All Night!

I am a driven, task oriented, pusher, who once I sink my teeth into a project, want to get it, rip it up, tear it up, and then be done with it!  I jump on the computer, Luz, tells me that I am the only person, she trusts to touch her baby, her pride and joy, her book.  I am honored, and don't want to take license with her book, so I go gently, changing a semi-colon to a comma, or adding an expressive, fresh adjective, taking short paragraphs, combining thoughts, and ideas, into one, still short, but longer paragraph.  Luz, on the other hand while grateful for the help, said we have two weeks to get this done, so relax.  She loaded me with Diet Coke, so I was ready for bear, and going to pull my legal brief, marathon, getting the whole thing done in a straight shot, non-stop, knock-it-out, attitude.  Just like with my clients, I am 10 steps ahead of my clients, and going faster than she wants, so, we chill out, and I give up on my plans for an all nighter

24 HOUR BREAK . . . NEW THOUGHTS, NEW ADDITIONS

Should you ever find yourself the victim of other peoples bitterness, smallness or insecurities, remember, things could be worse . . . You could be them!

Lawyers - Criminals: I Forget the Difference

I can't remember exactly where I was going with yesterday's news, so I just dropped it.  I just got done watching two Very Bad Men, episodes, and I thought they were worth mentioning and going into rather than going down the path I was going.  I hope that you will see this type of personality type, traits, warning signs, con jobs, involving handsome devils.  I have been fortune, in of the fact that I have an education, that allowed me to see the signs, penetrate the surfaces of the created personal persona and hopefully minimize the impact, that others will or could have, when they encounter, men, and women, of this nature and personality make up . . . they can become anything either you or they want them to be . . . Catch Me if You Can . . . type people, but only for a while and when the persona, starts to crumble, the person, goes through a transition, and becomes, like another personal altogether, and the woman or man, who originally gave them a chance, loved them, believed in them and helped them, they, now lacking in their belief, or seeing through the facade, become the target of rage, hatred, vehemence, focus, obsession even, and they will go after that person, relentlessly, for causing them pain, rather than moving on, as more normal people do, releasing the object of the pain, former love, and get on with life, a new love, that will perhaps be even better for them.

I am going to kind of skip over the first one or just mention it briefly and them spend a bit more time on the second one, and hopefully shed some light, given the fact that I have just gone through the last 10 years, last four, the worst, while this man, who was, I believe, not only a serial rapist, but a serial killer, then proceeding to try to do everything, in his power, or his friends power, or those people under his influence, whether personal and professionally, in sort of the Ted Bundy and Charles Manson, charm and charisma, plus almost a cult leader, with people looking at the man to be almost a god in stature and his abilities that were nothing more, than right, relying on the brains, intelligence, motivation, education, degrees of another person, then creating a new persona, for themselves based on the model, insight, personality, and persona of the person of their choice, going to the point of trying, not only to trash the other person, to have access to what they have, but to go after them to the point of death, murder, without exception for children, family, or even grandchildren to fulfill their need for acceptance, social status and perceived persona, that they have created themselves and believe themselves now to be, only to fall short of what they claim they can do, without the proper training, education, background, being an football field wide, but only a inch deep, in the area they are trying to pull off, being like and having an expertise in, however, not only following themselves, and others for a while, in the long run, the cracks in the persona, start to show through. 

Actually, I just now wrote the analysis I want you to see and understand, possibly to save you time, money, pain, heartache, frustration and anger, if not outright anger!

Insight Movies

• VERY BAD MEN: CENTRE CITY RAPIST . . . young, even nice, man, with a girlfriend, starts, claiming to have trouble sleeping, and starts prowling the night, stalking women, grooming them, to be his next victim, watching their schedules, where they live, what the hours are they keep, who they should be aware of that might create interference with the later, rapes, and in cases where the woman would not be quiet and do what he said, murder.  This man, used college towns, as his hunting grounds and when cops go hot on his trail, he moved to another town, even getting married and joining the military to cover his night escapades, fooling police and detectives alike in the average man and manners of the killer.
• VERY BAD MEN: THE COLD BLOODED CHARMER . . . keeping the description above, this man, Steve Stanko, was brilliant, to the point of being considered genius.  Early in his life, he got into trouble for fraud, in some business, and his girlfriend, not only confronted him, but decided to turn him into authorities, so he kidnapped her, trying to stop her from exposing his flaw, which eventually exposed his personally created persona.  The man went to prison for about 7 years, and he had plenty of time to write and study law, even wrote a book, he later co-authored with another man, in a smart and graphic description of prison life, called Life in Prison.  Once he is out of prison, done with his book, he is looking for another avenue of con, and a new personal to mold into, so a friend tells him when he is depressed to go to the library, meet some people and get involved, as a good start to a new life, after his stint in prison.  Soon, he meets, a librarian, with a master's degree, newly divorced, with a 15 year old daughter.  The man is charming, and this woman of letters, is impressed with his intelligence and wit, so, she, starts to introduce him to some of the seniors and regulars, who frequent the library and she considers friends.  Soon the people are so impressed with Steven's knowledge of the law, that they start to ask him for help, in filing, filling out forms or briefs, which he is more than willing to do.  He has no shame in touting his legal skills and even tells them, he is a paralegal, and spends his days, helping the seniors with cases.  One man, in particular, is impressed with Stanko, and he seems to lend even more credibility to the stature and respect that the others are seeing in Steve.  Eventually, Steve does not stop and just being a paralegal, he starts to represent these people in their cases, even giving them the impression, that, he is far more trained and competent in the law than he is, nor can support and sustain, but, not without taking them for their money and charging these older people, some on fixed incomes, a $1,000 at a time.  But as cases are not filed, and briefs, not written, these older senior citizens to the librarian, who recommended they use him, and even promoted his skills and knowledge with enthusiasm, about the legal messes they were finding themselves in.  By this time, Steve Stanko, had moved in with the librarian and her daughter, because he didn't have a place to live, after prison, so she, let him move in, and even being attracted to him, she allowed, him almost boyfriend or husband status, letting him, teacher her daughter to drive, or to do this or that with her.  But, just like the problems with the people at the library, Steven started to cause troubles at home, and getting in between, the mother and daughter, who had been very close and never fought, were now, ending up at each other's throats, all due to the interferences of this meddling man, going in between the loved and cherished relationship.  Eventually, items of value start missing from the home and push comes to shove, and there is a blow out, that ends in the 15 year old being beaten and raped, the mother, being picked up and punched to the floor over and over again, until she was dead, I believe from, eventually being choked.  After the man kills the mother, he goes back and slits the throat of the daughter, twice and leaves her for dead.  The girl survives, testified against Steven, and he is eventually convicted and sentenced to death.  The ex-husband and the father of the victims, said that he could tell, right off the bat, that this guy was a con, and clowning his wife, but he could see why she liked him, wanted to help him, get back on his feet, and saw great value in his ability to help seniors and she was sucked in by his charm, that turned deadly when she learned of the true extent of his crimes that sent him to prison, and that he was a fraud, and she wanted him to move out, and it became violent, and a fight to the death, between the man and the woman, which, like in most battles, ends up with the woman physically getting the raw end of the fight, due to the physical differences between men and women.

Still Looking . . . Find It!