I continued, “and I didn’t want to dance in that mess out there.” I concluded, waving at the mass on the dance floor. “Yeah,” Sam said. “M...aybe it’ll calm down later.” “I doubt it, doesn’t look like it“ I said. Sam was now dressed casually. Slightly rumpled as I thought might be in style these days. We sat and drank our drinks and watched the people. I’ve always been a people watcher and it seemed as if Sam was either one too or he was lost in his thoughts. Suddenly a modern and very fast dance. We have a bleeder over here. I looked down into the water, and saw a stream of blood that originated at my left thigh. I remembered the pull on that leg when I’d fought free of the wheelchair. I suddenly felt light headed and as I stared at the water it seemed to get closer until every thing went black. I don’t remember any thing until I woke up in what I could see was a hospital room. My first thought was of Sally, so I tried to sit up. I got dizzy for a second, but I kept going. Sally. “Bloody has to be to survive in Gateshead,” I agreed, “Anyroad round, Why are you here?”“We thought the gardens,” she repeated lamely.“Bugger the gardens,” I surmised, “Thee was looking to marry the wench off to me lad wasn’t thee?”The older woman looked shocked, the younger one simply blushed.“No secret we got brass,” I agreed, “And from what I hear you lot’s on your uppers, hardly a pair of Gold Chandeliers between the the lot of you.” I were guessing, I didn’t know em from Adam.Lady. John gets professional help.Fiction by Johnny CumlatelyWhen John returned home dressed as a woman after an accident on themoors, he was surprised that his wife, Mary, had locked him in a chastitydevice but had decided to help him cross dress convincingly. He began torealise just how much there really was to buy, to learn and practice, andthat Mary had been right to call it hard work.In the next few days John tried to catch up with his work during the dayand had to attend a few meetings but he.