And like any good story worth telling, you have to have a protagonist and an antagonist.But with this story you get to decide who is who.It all starte...d with my divorce, it left me somewhat high and dry, and not really caring about the opposite sex. Now who ever come up with that line had it right on the money. Opposite sex, what a laugh. More like obstinate sex. BUT I’M NOT BITTER!Okay now back to the story. I’M STILL NOT BITTER!After my divorce I move in to a nice place that was for rent in a. Once we arrived in this room that seems to be used for everything, Inoticed on the table sat one sandwich cut into four long fingers, eitherside of the plate sat a knife and fork. Wonderful at last I'm going tohave something decent to eat, but still a glass of milk, as it sat therewaiting."Sit nicely now dear while I put this napkin over you, we don't want tospill anything on our lovely clothes do we?" again this napkin is morelike a diaper than anything else.As I sat in my normal fashion I. He glanced to see thesteakhouse in the back and decided on a large sirloin, baked potato andsalad and maybe a slice of pie to round the dinner off. He thanked thebartender for the beer as he mosied to his dinner. Two hours later hewas up in his room, bathed and shaved and enjoying his evening withMadge. They had two large adjoining rooms, pricy but with the deal itcame with Tim's new job.Tim held the corner post of Madge's four poster bed. He was fully madeup now, his lipsticked lips. " Golly!" thought Geraldine, "This girl's got guts as well as being head over heels in love. OK, we've got over the initial shyness but I really think I'm going to love this girl as another daughter." Nor should you be. Are you going to have to buy it?" You bet." Sally laughed genuinely. "You can't dye jeans." Sally, my dear, may I see your wardrobe?"Sally looked down."Please, Sally," she asked gently.Rather shamefacedly Sally showed her.Geraldine was momentarily overcome. This pretty,.