"Yeah, yeah. I got it. I'm not stupid." I never said you were," Jacob said sweetly and kissed my cheek sending shivers all over my body."Now, listen, ...I wanted to get Leslie something special. Something along the... you know... uh..."I stared at him blankly. "What?"He blushed and looked down. "Along the kinky side."I raised a brow. "Kinky? What you have in mind?" Well, I don't know. I was hoping you could give me some ideas."I sighed. "You know I'm not even that kinky myself. You know I'm still. "When I first started dancing, when I was a young kid, I dreamed about going to the Olympics, of course. Then when I stopped, I thought I had given that dream up. Even when Warren and I started skating together, we just did it for fun. I never thought we'd make it this far. Somebody pinch me!" Warren and Liz both laughed at that."You getting tips from the Olympic veteran?" Christine Arsenault said as she came up next to them."Not a veteran at this," Liz told her. "I skipped opening ceremonies. Anurse's uniform; 'Special Request' in-fucking-deed!!!As recommended by Carmel, I placed the long, raven haired wig on myhead, adjusting it in the mirror on the wardrobe door. I picked up thelittle white nurse's cap with the Red Cross on it and placed it on topof my head. I looked stunning!In the full-length mirror was the image of gorgeous nurse in a crispwhite tunic buttoned to her throat. Her long legs shimmered in gauzywhite nylons below the knee-length hem of her skirt. Her legs. We were all proud of him. Most of his friends weren't surprised as he had always been discrete about that part of his life. I remained friends with Stan after I divorced his sister although we rarely hung out any more. But one night I got together with him and a couple of friends and he joked about how one time he cross dressed at a Halloween Party at a gay bar and was the spitting image of his younger sister. Everyone laughed and the conversation turned to other things. There was no smoking.