“Call me Craig — for now.”“Sandy,” she told him, asking herself what the ‘for now’ could mean. “What can I do for you?”“Oh no, no,...Sandy. It's not what you can do for me, it's what I can do for you.”Craig looked deep into her eyes. “Well, considering I don’t know you, there is nothing you can do for me,” Sandy stated, growing aggravated at the stranger. Handsome, she admitted, but still a stranger. “Oh, Sandy, don’t be so sure of that. I’ve noticed you sitting here alone for the last few. Those easily considered to be unisex items had only changed so that they were the correct size to fit my new build. Others just remained as they had been. We gathered those up and readied them to be donated.That took us less than an hour. My dress shirts, slacks, shoes, shorts, underwear, and socks were all packed up. Well, the underwear and socks were turned into rags, to be honest. No-one accepts used socks and undies for clothing donations.Once all that was boxed up, we put it in mom’s car. He was still working on his disappointment when an oncoming car cut across the road in front of them. Josh stood on the brakes, cut to the left, and was still hoping for a miss as the brown car flashed by on their right. In the rear-view mirror, he could see the car go into the ditch and roll over."Holy shit," Danny said from the back seat, turning around to see."What the hell?" Josh said, his heart pounding as he stood on the brakes. He popped the car into reverse, and quickly backed up to. Candice turned his face to the right and then the left, as if she were inspecting him for some great flaw that only she would find. ‘I assume you know the color code for our play?’ she asked. ‘Green for continue. Yellow for a less-than-heavy hand, and of course red – a complete end to the act that is taking place.’ His eyes dropped to hers, she saw the surprise mirrored there. ‘Yes, my little toy,’ she said, ‘I know the game and I know how to play it.’ Candice lifted one brow, challenging him.