Even shoes!) but resisted the urge to try them on for fear of upsetting her and possibly divorcing and losing my son. But 2years ago, my wife was kill...d in a car accident on her way home from work and honestly I haven't gotten around to donating her clothes to someone or even throwing them out. A couple of months after my wife had died and the grief wore away, I decided that I would start dressing again. But I digressMy son Cecil was (in theory) at basketball practice and I would have the house. Yet here I was, alone on a plane. I had the girls, my parents, but... but although I'd killed the mastodon and I didn't have a mate to bring the prize to.When I got home my service was inundated with calls from potential clients. The only call I answered was the one from the Captain. He said all the right things to make me feel good, to let me know how proud of me he was. Then using a gentle voice he asked, "When did you find out about it?"When I told him, he cursed, as only an ex-Navy man can.. The shopkeeper looked at me just for a second, but he took the money and with a commendable straight face, thanked me.Outside, tears of laughter coursed down Annie’s face. "You rat.” She could hardly talk through the laughter. "You absolute bloody rat. You knew I hadn't buttoned the coat."“And I nearly handed your panties to him with the money." Stop it David," she roared, "Oh God no, no… help." What? Annie, what's wrong?" David, oh no, I'm wetting myself… come on, quick!”She grabbed my hand. Each throwing insults at the other and driving themselves into fits of anger, which were quickly followed by tears, and then pleas for forgiveness. I could not even guess what started it, but it was a scene not unlike I observed between Gloria and Karen a week ago, and as I watched to two women banter back and forth, and felt my own moods changing, I was starting to understand the affects of the elixir on the human psyche. The fluctuation in mood, from anger to tears to laughter and back to.