"What do you think? Will I turn heads?" If you don't give them heart failure first," I answered, not reallyjoking."That hot huh?" she retorted."Yeah,..." I admitted.Then, she reached into the other bag. "Wait until you see what I'vebought for you."I was filled with trepidation at this point. It was one thing to bedressed in such girly, femmy, underwear. But I took solace knowing thatwhatever I wore for Grace beneath my clothing was for her eyes only. Solong as, when we went out, she let me. “I’d enjoy the company.”“Hold on. I’ll be right back,” Betsy said.She returned after a minute with two cans of soda and two packages of peanuts.Handing the soda and peanuts to him, she said, “I wish we had more food, but the peanuts will stave off your hunger. The sodas will keep you hydrated. The sugar in them won’t hurt.”“Thanks,” Ben said.“I’ll send Jimmy in, now,” Betsy said.She made her way through the darkened body of the plane. The footing was treacherous since debris was scattered all. "What happened last night? Why didn't you come home?" I desperatelyasked for information."I'll explain everything when I get out of the shower. I'm starving, sogo make us a nice lunch," she said as she turned and walked to thebedroom.Lunch"What happened last night," I blurted out."Oh baby, it was a super great night, one of the best ever, and Rick isvery generous and so much fun. Thanks for all this honey," she saidavoiding the question."Yes, Yes, I know but what did you do? Where did you. It had chaises longues, deep soft rugs on a marble floor and a dominating sandstone fireplace. The ceilings were high and vaulted. The windows at the terrace's side ran all the way up in arched, deep bays. They let in the glorious sunlight.She walked from sunny spot to sunny spot. The light played over her body, until she arrived at an imposing double door of polished oak. She lifted the latch. Then she pulled both doors towards her.They gave out on a large hall. It was flooded with broad and.