For over an hour they hammered away at minor details, while fashioning a working model for the next time I 'needed' help with my bandages.Kate was rat...her forceful about how vulnerable I would be, if I was inside that restroom alone with someone intent on doing me harm. She kept coming back to finding a failsafe for when all else fails. George agreed with her but couldn't figure out a way to put someone near enough to intervene if things went south.The Judge was under orders to see to my safety,. I was still lying on the couch when she came into the room a few minutes later, still dressed in her work uniform, consisting of a light blue blouse with the dealership logo on it, and a short denim skirt. “Hey,” she said, smiling brightly. “Hi, Lou,” I answered, putting my book down on the floor. She walked over to the couch, and I pulled my feet back on the couch to give her a space to sit at the opposite end, and she sat down. We chatted for a few minutes about her day at work,. She decided to head down there tonight and do a little snooping. Clark was out of town – Superman was off saving the world somewhere – but she was a streetwise reporter and knew how to take care of herself.She’d have to dress the part. She went into her “disguise” wardrobe and selected a pair of shiny red disco pants, a black spandex crop top, strappy high heel sandals and a short black PVC biker style jacket. She teased her hair into a sexier style and applied more makeup than she was used. I just can do anything!” And she turned her face to the wall. The next night young husband tried to excite her again. And here she asked: “- Are you a sex maniac?”My second wife pretended she didn’t notice my unfaithful behavior. And that was ok for her. But I didn’t need the frigid wife.The third wife loved me for my height. I was almost 6.5 ft. She was sure (I don’t know why) that all of my body parts were large in proportion to each other. Just like in that old American anecdote:A woman in.