She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "Can I give you a private dance Amanda?"I looked at the sexy stripper and smiled. "I think I would like that..., Lana..."She took me by the hand and led me toward the backstage area. There were other dancers, all with men. There were a number of small rooms back there, and she led me into one. It was softly lit, and the furniture consisted of a small cot and a straight back chair. There was a sink and mirror in one corner. She sat me on the edge of the. I write the details of this story so that I can relive the memories while I write it, and, hopefully, I can inspire more of you out there who read this account to do the same.I went on a few night trips without my wife, and while driving, passed a store called "David's Bridal." The store was some thirty miles from my home and I vowed to myself that I would stop there on my drive back. I did.My drive back was on a Sunday and I stopped at the store. It was a mad house! Brides-to-be. Mum started to say that the picture of thegirl looked like me, but before she could finish the sentence, the oldlady cut her off."So boy, come a bit closer... I see... you look exactly like her... Theonly thing is that you are a boy... well, that can be fixed. I want you tocome and live here. There will be some things you have to do, but the mainthing is that you have to keep me company. Can you do that boy?" Yes ma'am." Good and It's time to send your mother on her way. The money you earnwill. Why wouldn’t they? After all, I was on the other side of the world and their mutual attraction and desire to catch up for missed opportunities was clear.I talked Sue through my day. She made the required sounds to show me she was listening and at least a little interested. But the more I talked, the more I could tell from her expression that she seemed distracted. So after a few minutes talking about the people I’d met and the project challenges, I took the conversation in a totally different.