At a trucker’s café, he ordered meals for the surgeon and himself and carried them back to the cab. He phoned Andrew telling him he was still short...of Bathurst where he had to load the steers. Andrew wasn’t interested. ‘What about Sis?’ He knew where his priorities lay. ‘Oh? You mean my wife?’ In spite of all that had happened, Peter couldn’t help teasing her brother. ‘You’re a proper bastard. Where’s Jennifer?’ ‘She’s asleep on the bed behind the driver’s seat – but she’s in very bad shape.. ***I fell asleep that night wearing one of my wife's nighties, an awfullygirlish and lacy bright purple one. I had removed the panties, butdespite receiving that freedom, my penis seemed more shrivelled andminuscule than ever. Like as if it had been frightened and gone intohiding. In any case, I figured that wasn't so bad, as I'd be back towearing panties today.I still had the make-up on my face, despite having tried to remove itbefore I went to bed. Turns out that make-up isn't as easily. I haven’t found him yet.”“Yet?”“It’s too early for that, Mikey.”“What do you tell them?”“I tell them I’m not going to have sex with them just to satisfy my curiosity. I tell them my standards are a lot higher than that. I’ve got to believe a man really loves me before I’ll spread my legs for him.”“I’m like that too, Alex. I think sex is too important to do hook-ups. Lots of guys and girls do it so casually and can’t even remember the other person’s name. I don’t want that. I want somebody to. I wasn't surprised. Dave's inclination was no news to me. Dave asked if I was OK there and I answered that I was then he asked if I ever thought about sex with another guy. I had to admit that it had crossed my mind a few times. Dave just nodded and smiled. Like he knew already. Then two men entered the bar and walked up and said hi to Dave. He introduced us: this was Paul, his boyfriend, and Paul's friend Mick. They took the available seats at the bar, which put them on either side of us and.