He wiggled the mouse to bring up thewebsite, and picked up the ticket from where it lay next to the keyboardand put it in my hand. "Take a look yourse...f."I looked. And looked. My Mom, Dad, and sister came over and looked too.And looked."Well," I said, after a while. "This changes some things," I said.A few months later, when I had settled the futures of all my familymembers, Sam, and a few other close friends, and had substantiallyimproved the prospects of a number of friends I hadn't known I. The reason he told me to dress casual is that he had gotten me a dress to wear. And Oh my God that dress. It was like a prom dress, red with lots of sequence, halter top with a strap going around my neck plunging into a low V in front, the V going all the way to the base of my chest, the back was bare all the way down to my waist and the hem was only a few inches below my butt. He had a brand new pair of sheer to top nude pantyhose and 4.25 inch matching red pumps. I tried everything on and it. I’d have given my eye teeth to have been a fly on the wall in that car as it sped across town. In my fevered imagination, their conversation veered between sweet nothings, declarations of undying love and the finer points of female sexual technique. (When I told Sue this later, she burst out laughing and told me the reality of their hurried conversation about defibrillators and colostomy bags as Sue helped Grace with some last minute interview cramming. A guy can dream!)Tuesday was a really. My sister as well, and she was 3 yrs older than me. Her and I were so excited that day. We couldn't wait for it to get dark. Why? Well my parents were going to take my sister and I to the drive in theater to see the Disney movie, Cinderella. So all day my sister and I we kept asking, are we leaving yet? No not yet, go outside and play! So as the day went on, my sister and I talked on how cool it was going to be, to finally see a movie at the drive in theater like our parents always did. It was.