I opened the copy of Asean Autocar I had bought and browsed through it over a cup of latte in the Koffee Korner. One particular article caught my eye....I read it carefully and decided I needed the car they were frothing at the mouth about."It's almost new," the salesperson enthused as I looked at the Volvo 850R T5 critically. "The buyer changed his mind at the last minute. His wife wanted a Benz. You can have it less 15%."It was square in shape and rather unlovely although the car magazines had. The men jump off their perches and repeat their routine, the scrape of metal against charcoal gray alley cinders, the thud of the cans hitting the truck, the clinks and tinkles of glass hitting glass, the hollow sounds of tin cans bouncing. One man is talking too, while the other man laughs. Deedee and I listen intently but I don’t understand what the man is saying. Through the gate gap I look at the driver. He’s wearing a dirty railroad cap and chewing on a half smoked cigar. The men return. ”“No,” I said looking down at my almost naked wife, crying and curled up on the floor. “I don’t think she’s in the mood right now. Leave your card on the dresser, maybe she’ll give you a call.”Burt and I walked out and headed for Roger and Lily’s place. I slid my Glock into the holster strapped under my left arm and pulled my fleece vest on to cover it.As we walked out the front door a yelled back into the house, “One hour, Deb.”We drove over to Lily and Roger Clown’s house. Yeah, his last name. He'dgone to the bathroom earlier and had noticed that allof the men had stared at her incredible body.He squirmed again, hating how large his ass felt...and the constant jiggle of his tits. He'd alwayswondered what being a woman might be like, now heknew... and it wasn't the constantly erotic dream he'dpictured. His back hurt like hell from the heavy pairof breasts, he was also not used to the swishing feelof pantyhose, the tightness of the skirt, and hewished he had worn sneakers, he was.