“Hey.”“Oh! Sorry! Yeah?”“What the hell was that?”“What was what?”“That kiss?” I’m trying to look at her and drive at the same ti...me. “What was that?”“Oh.” She looks confused. “Sorry. I thought...” She shrugs. “Right. Stupid me.”Her cell phone rings before I can ask what she’s talking about and she answers it. I don’t know what the subject is because she gives the same one-word answers she gives me on the phone. When she hangs up, she sighs. “I gotta go.”“What?”“Jill forgot the costumes for the. I had a friend of sorts--a drag-queen I called him, but he was much better with make-up than most. He once told me--I thought jokingly, for I am a straight man--that I could ejaculate in his mouth if I wanted to. I determined, today, to take him up on that offer. This was, certainly, a day on which I felt like taking people up on old offers--a day that I felt required something of me; to bury my penis in a moist, warm place, and to climax.My friend was clearly of East-Asian descent, being one. It was fun talking to them as a woman and I hoped we couldtalk later. I went to get a drink but before I could buy one a mandressed as Robin Hood asked if he could buy me a drink. Before I answeredI smiled and reminded myself that free drinks were one perk of being awoman so I accepted."Sure."Robin Hood bought me a drink and I thanked him for it. As he handed methe drink he seemed a little unsteady as if he had already had too muchto drink. He tried to make conversation with me but something. Being forty is not too old to be having sex!So ... all I have is my work, and fortunately I love it!By mid-late afternoon, the sleet had mostly stopped and now it was just snowing. A pre-Christmas winter blizzard that just put down more and more wet snow. Already it was freezing outside and the weeks’ worth of accumulated rain and soggy ground were starting to turn to ice. Even if the bridge behind us wasn’t washed out, there would soon be too much ice on the mountain rails for safe travel ....