Half of my clothes were either gone or in tatters I’m told.’ ‘You were looking pretty rough that’s for sure. How’s Vicki?’ ‘Not doing ...well I’m afraid. Her health wasn’t all that wonderful even before the accident.’ ‘I’m sorry about your father Nicole.’ ‘Thank you. Russ I don’t want you to think badly of me so I’d better tell you. I didn’t get along with him at all and hadn’t for a very long time. I didn’t agree with what he was doing. I’m afraid you won’t see me as the grief stricken. Jake's wife is very attractive and more than ten years his junior, but he still can't stop talking about other women. We finally stopped sweating and headed to the shower room to clean up and head home. I undressed in the locker room, wrapped a towel around my waist and wandered around until I found the shower room. It was a single room with more than twenty shower heads, almost like what I imagine a prison shower might look like. I hung my towel on a hook and began showering. I was a little. But it was while he was doing that that my eyes took in the costumes in the dressing room - We had been doing a production of the "The Maids" by the French playwright Jean Genet and we had decided to perform it with male actors dressed as the all women cast - This gorgeous creature had been one of them - I blurted out to "him" that I wanted to dress up the way "he" had been and that we should continue our horny antics on the stage as if we were doing a perfomance - He/she readily agreed and we. .. Then we’re looking down on a busy motorway – cars flying by at 70-80-90mph ... A sign by the road indicates that this is the A127, and that the next turn-off is to Southend-On-Sea.Next - we’re in a layby/small car park, just off to the side of the motorway, surrounded and sheltered by trees – the sound of cars rushing by an ever-present background whoosh as we watch a familiar figure walking toward us with a deliberate and confident stride, carrying a microphone in one hand.She’s wearing a.