But I can't know what a woman feels, right? Cause I'm not a woman. So I didn't think there was any problem with asking a woman how a woman feels. If t...at makes me sexist, then I guess I'm sexist."Down the street, at a Subway restaurant, Jane Quincy and Rick Brown sat across from each other. Rick had seen her looking around uncertainly at the front doors of the courthouse. He had recognized his opportunity to approach the MILF and took it."There's a Subway down there," he said, smiling."Oh," she. "Are you a bachelor?" I sidled up next to him and broke the ice. "You don't see many men in the supermarket at this time of day."He laughed, making himself even more attractive. "No, my wife and k**s are out of town. I'm having to take care of myself for the first time in years." Maybe I could help you," I said. "If there's one thing I know about, it's shopping for groceries." All right," he agreed. "What's better-the beef or the turkey pies?" Neither," I laughed. "The best I can say about any. As I said before, it startedwith this crazy lady showing up at Pitchriver with the offer of helpingthe company create its very own Superior. She claimed her name was Dr.Felis, and somehow convinced the company bigwigs that she was seriousenough that they decided to give it a shot, and picked me as the personthey wanted to elevate to superhero status.Apparently, you couldn't just summon a god anywhere. It had to be aplace where the god was worshiped, that is, a temple. So she and I and agroup. As before, it seemed to hang until I was able to unlatch it with my knife. I had discovered the mechanism to a secret passage!All thoughts of my toilet had disappeared. Opening the secret door, I stepped out into a dark and narrow corridor, to find that the flooring was carpeted thickly, so that someone moving along it carefully would make little sound whatsoever. The passage went blindly in both directions, so, wrapping my gown around myself, I moved to the left.The passageway had a number of.