There had been a debate between our schools about thebattle of the sexes. I had used a trap saying that I had often wonderedwhat it was like to be a ...irl and the girl debating me had fallen intoit, meaning as she asked why and I responded that I wondered what it waslike to be so inferior. It worked well, rhetorically, so we won thebattle, the debate, but lost the war.Why was that? Well, something about how I said I wondered what it waslike to be a girl led Julia to look up boys dressing as. Entering the office they saw middle aged man talking to a young and very pretty woman who was dressed in an evening gown. It was obvious that she had been crying. She turned and hid her face as they entered."Jim, these are the two that the judge sent over to work," said the host as he left the room and closed the door.Jim stood up and waved his arm at the woman who wiped her face and hurried out a side door."Well, well, the judge said I would be impressed with you," he said as he stared at. The room was black, with only the dim glow from an outside light coming in the window. He could see the curtains swaying in the slight breeze, the air felt heavy like the humid air of a summer night. His mind was reeling; where was he? The last thing he remembered was that he had been in bed at his apartment, the crappy, dingy apartment that was all he could afford after his wife had tossed him out. He remembered waking up with a crushing pain in his chest, and then he remembered the blackness. Julie and Doug were feeling somewhat better after eating the sandwiches thatEdgar provided. They were just finishing their coffee when Edgar and Monicaentered. Doug couldn?t help but notice how sensuous Monica looked in her sixinch heels and low cut red dress. Her breasts shimmered and swayed as sheentered the room. Doug was getting hard just remember back to this morning. Atleast here was a woman who gave him some attention. ?Well, I?m glad to see you were able to get a bite to eat. Ihope.