There were transparent tops and crop tops with suggestive sayings across the front. There was a cute little outfit that was like a set of farmer's ove...alls with the bib top, except they were cut off into tiny shorts. He picked up a beautiful little black dress, very little. By the time we had been down every aisle he had selected somewhere between thirty and forty items of clothing, and not a single item of underwear.We headed to the side of the store where the salesgirl had hung all of the. Get something to eat, go to the mall and see if a new prospect could be obtained for the evening. He returned home in the afternoon. Exhausted he napped and began texting and calling. The Texas hottie was safely back home. They talked about how cool it was hanging out but she would not return on business until the next mouth. Sucks he thought. He moved on to speaking with the other friend. He enjoyed her sexy southern voice. She teased him about their last meeting. How she enjoyed it,. I looked up at him, although how I knew it was him, I had no idea. But I looked up at him, he looked down at me and I realized two things instinctively.First off, if he was going to hurt me, I would already be hurt. He certainly wouldn't have picked me up from wherever the hell I had fallen and brought me in here and warmed me up.The second thing I realized was an old saying about a bird flying south for the winter. I don't know if you ever heard it, but it went something like this.A bird. I will admit I recoiled a bit from her greeting. Plus, there wasn't a hint of the 'Olde English' I figured she'd speak. I guess I'd assumed her greeting might be something like 'How are Thee'. The image before me just seemed inconsistent with what my ears were hearing.All that changed when Marilyn sent over to me, "Will, Spirits send out what 'They' want you to see but you can change that image to suit yourself and see them as 'You' want to see them."My head spun a little as I tried to figure.