"I've not been outside like this before. This is a bit intimidating,"I responded."Oh nonsense," was her simple reply. "You look far more feminine that...many of the women walking around and I will be with you. Trust me."So I did, I trusted her, and taking her hand stepped out of the carand into the public. I needn't have worried. As my wife had said,there were many less feminine looking people walking around and peoplewere getting on with their own business.As the focus was buying matching. "I'll stay here and help them," Karen said, and Katy and Wanda joined in on that idea."You know there is one snag in this plan. I don't know a damned thing about separating the two halves of the double wide," I said."Don't worry about that. If a man and his wife were able to get them put together there's bound to be equipment to get the job done lying around there somewhere. Stacy and I know how to use it, but we're probably going to be doing more in the line of teaching than crawling around. Jim Aisha quickly opened the message and sent a request to Jim. Her legs bounced a hundred miles a minute as she nervously sat there waiting to see if he would accept the invite. An image of a camera lens with a red eye appeared in the center of her screen. And a message appeared in the box to the side under her own image. Jim: Sorry I cannot use my video or voice at this time. Aisha: It’s ok. I cannot talk as my parental units are in the other room and might hear. Jim: I see you were. OK, I was wrong. I watch him walk to the bar. I ponder Mark’s sweet smile, his chocolate brown eyes. He is a t-shirt and denim man with a closet full of canvas shoes. I find that I am enjoying the hole in his jeans just below the pocket on his right hip. I know there is tight nylon running briefs under them. The breeze is getting warmer and it pushes desires around in my head as it clears my line of sight. He is still at the bar. His tie is loosened and the collar of his white shirt is open. I.