No. Don't leave me like this.He tells me a couple times don't worry I'll be right back out.He goes into his house.I'm waiting. And waiting. And waitin.... I don't know how long it's been. I'm starting to freak out. It could be 10 minutes. It could be 30. I'm not sure anymore. How long has it been?He comes back out. He's laughing.He has some bowls and jugs. I'm not sure what's in them.The bowls he puts down like dog bowls but much bigger. At least a few gallons each. Maybe five gallons. He pours. I wasn't involved in the selection of Audra's wedding dress but I did get to accompany the wedding committee to three dressmakers and two department stores to help the committee decide what the ladies in the wedding party would wear. Like anyone would listen to me...I did put my foot down and insist on conservative black tuxedoes for the men who would escort the ladies and that decision was accepted. After I was given that concession I was told that the committee would decide on the style and. His folks were away, and we raided the fridge for some beers while watching some dumb monster movies on TV----Godzilla fucks Rodan or something like that.Well, at that age, a few beers has a strange effect, and eventually he invited me to stay over, rather that going home, so I said OK. No big deal. I'd bunked with buddies before, right?Climbing in his bed wearing only our orthodox white Jockey briefs, typical of teen athletes at the time, I had never anticipated what was going to happen.. " To think I married you, you disgust me." Sorry, but you're not welcome here."You'd think I was a rapist or a paedophile instead of a transvestite. Overnight I'd gone from a happily married thirty-year-old architect with a great future to an unwanted nobody with no future; a down and definitely out. The guys on the building site where they were putting together what I had helped to design told me, in no uncertain terms, what they thought of me and what they would do if I came back.My parents.