The next thing I knew, I was sitting up in her bed. She had brought me that nightcap she had offered me earlier, the large brandy she had poured what ...eemed like weeks ago, downstairs. I needed it. I was trembling as if I had hypothermia, but I’ve never felt warmer. The trembling wasn’t fear, or was it? If it was, then I was loving it, revelling in it.She’d changed into a black nightdress. It was flimsy and fell off one shoulder so her breast was exposed and looked as if it were cradled by the. Although I wasn’t looking for a relationship, at least right now, I didn’t that was the right place for me. That’s when another motorists drew my attention, he had seen me driving by. He smiled and motioned for me to pull over. He looked like a regular, nice guy and in an instant, before I could change my mind, I pulled into a vacant lot. My heart was beating so as he walked over to my car’s window. “Hi, I saw you driving by a couple times, what are you looking for? Did you want to hook up?” I. .like? I mean, how does it look under your clothes?" I don't know, I can't even look at myself. I feel physically sick,Jason. My body makes me want to throw up." You're not...all that bad." Yeah, right." Well, sure, your waist makes you look like a spinning top, but your faceis...okay." Thanks, I feel SO much better." You're not...fat...but...well, yeah you're fat but you're not like mega fat.You're not obese, just...short and...fat...ish." Stop. Just stop talking about...my body. Let's talk. . trip." The demimonde chuckled. "I'm sure you 'n' Paul'llput 'em to good use." We will." Jessie gave her sister a nervous giggle. "And thanksagain."Before Wilma could reply, Shamus and Molly O'Toole walked over. "Hellot'ye, Wilma," Shamus said cheerfully. "Jessie, I brought ye thatbottle I promised, some fine Kentucky sipping whiskey t'be toasting thebride 'n' groom with." Thanks, Shamus." Jessie took the brown glass bottle from him andstuffed it carefully in the same saddlebag that.