If he moved around much, everyone would get an eyeful of hiscontrol tops. He looked at himself in the mirror, horrified at the sissy that stared backa...t him.His mother knocked on the door. "Are you dressed?"He answered affirmatively. His mother entered carrying a white trash bagfor his soiled clothes. She gasped when she saw him and failed tocompletely hold back a smile. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's not the bestoutfit, but there's nothing else we can do. Just get Megan and wait in thecar. Okay?". I didn't have to worry about American slang going over her head or choosing my words carefully to avoid uncommon vocabulary. One round of drinks led to a second: mojitos at the lady's request. The second round led to a third: some fuzzy peach concoction that earned me an amused comment about whether or not my manhood could handle consuming such a fruity drink."What, like my buddies are around to give me crap about it? Even if they were, I'm sitting here with a woman as gorgeous as YOU. Trump. YOURS!" She squealed as a pinned her to the bed."Let go of my hands, darnit!" she said. "If this is what's happening, then I get to participate!" So you're willing to forgo the proper disposition of your belongings in order to..." In order to make this into our marriage bed," she giggled. "Don't you..." Yes, I do," I said. The activity that took place in that bed over the next hour was the first for it. I'd never missed it, really, in a total sense. Now, with Jo held close, cuddled in my arms,. I think I...”“I know you did, Sis.”About halfway through the day, my cellphone rang. Unrecognizable number. “This is Cindy Richards. Can I help you?”“Cindy, this is Geno Haugen, from the other day at the Mobile airport. You got a minute?”“Sure, Mister Geno. What you got?”“I have a quick charter next Sunday. Birmingham to Miami and back – same day. Buncha lawyers want to see a football game. You said you’d be interested in a flight. This is one.”“Oh, wow! Gee! I’d love that, but I have to clear.