I was the only girl they dared approach. I was the only girl they could muster enough courage for to ask out on a clumsy date.And there were the overw...eight, sweaty girls, of course.But now she was a woman. She was a woman who had taught herself she loved women. A woman who stood in the elevator of the poshest hotel of Quebec. Invited by the most breath-taking woman she had ever met.How could she believe the woman had been sincere, back at the restaurant? How could she find the courage to meet. Once again, my wife went well out of her way to be a gracious hostess and serve everyone to our satisfaction. Did I mention that I have the best wife ever?I still wondered where she put that food away herself ... the girl never seemed to gain a pound. I often joked that she had a hollow leg or something like that. My petite wife, such a small woman in size, however, had a spirit much greater and larger than her flesh belied. Inevitably, it made me often want to wrap her up in my arms and keep. ”Uncle Justin walked back to his seat and pulled the chair out but did not sit down. “Tim,” he challenged, “could you demonstrate a little bit of what makes you a bit different?” He pulled out a knife from a hidden sheath underneath his Hawaiian shirt and stabbed it into the table in front of Tim.Tim looked to George, who nodded his approval, then he stood up and pulled the lamp in the middle of the table closer to him. He noticed several others standing up to get a better look at the. I felt someone’s hand on me and knew immediately that my right arm was bent in a way it wasn’t supposed to. Did it hurt? I don’t remember. The only thing I recall was yelling for my wife while someone stuck a needle in my arm saying she was going to be all right. That was Friday night and now it was Sunday night or Monday morning, whatever you wanted to call it. When she wakes up I’m going to smile at her, tell her I love her, and from that point I’m not sure. She’s going to realize right away.