"Don't worry, son," she said. "I get that some times, and I love having a laugh. I don't have a clerk now that I'm retired, and I don't often see peop...e in this office."Not knowing the protocol, I approached the judge and offered my hand. The judge looked at me and then shook my hand.I said, "I was told that you wanted to talk with Mary and me before the ceremony?" Yes," the judge said. "I was informed that your license is a confidential one. Since I didn't recognize either of your names, I was. After a few sessions Mary felt guilty and cut ties with me. Six years later I met a really nice young girl on the train home from London. She was a student at Cambridge University and on her way home for the holidays. We chatted about what she was reading, her friends, living away from home. her boyfriend and when the conversation turned to the topic of sex she said her boyfriend was inexperienced and was a lights off missionary position type. I asked if she had any fantasies. Public sex was. "Melissa nodded. She stared at him oddly for some moments."What?" he said"Why haven't you hit on me?" she said. "I'd like to know."He thought for a moment. "I told you that first day that I would keep my hands to myself. I don't lie and I don't take advantage of people. Plus, I don't cotton to the possibility of having my dick cut off in my sleep," he said."We should go out on a date," she said."Huh? A date? But I thought that you..." That was then and this is now," she said flatly. "How about. What do you think about working on a construction site?" That's good. I mean, how you noticed that." I see many things, probably more than you want me to, Wade." No, you just think you do. No one sees what I don't let them," Wade replied."You think so? Care to try me on that?"Tipping his head as he contemplated her questions, parts of his past ran through his mind. He pictured his ex-wife, her long brassy red hair and cheap perfume. She always either had a cigarette or a beer in her hand, Wade.