The fat man sat up beside the driver and we drove off. I sat in the dark of the back of the carriage among bundles of cloth and sealed pots filled wit...h something I couldn't even guess what it was. I was placed there among the fat man's other possessions.I heard the men talking in the front and the fat man chuckled as he told the driver about his gift.'I really like the young ones with their perky breasts,' he said and burst out laughing. I was a bit bewildered by this since he had seemed to be. To top it off everyone fell silent as I limbed my way through the gawking crowd. I had to lean immensely on my chestnut, glossed cane. This is extremely painful, but worst yet is that I swear a guy sniffed me as I went by. By this point the group cleared a space for me all the while openly staring at me, I held my head up and stared forwards, looking at nothing in particular. I felt like a bride dressed as a clown, walking down the aisle. Great! When I finally reach him he, clearly too excited. Man did I need some releif. About a week later I went fishing in an olf fishing pond that had some good bass in it. I didn't have any luck so about 11:00 in the morning I started back home. There were two roads I could have taken home but I took the one that passed in front ot the old mans house. When I got to the drive I looked over at the house and there sat Molly on the front porch. She had on a light gausey type of dress that kind of ruffled in the wind. She waved and I turned. "It’s too…butch. Let’s see if we can’t find something a little more appropriate, shall we?" Leaving Mark under the watchful eye of Max, Ms. Gladstone and Catherine made their way over to a large display of sweaters. Mark could hear them laughing as they held up various garments for consideration, each one apparently more entertaining than the last.Eventually, the two returned, Catherine grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Mark, we found the most darling little sweater for you." She held the sweater.