"I laughed out loud and only stopped when I realised how embarrassed she was. "Oh, Jane, you just reminded me of my wife—she couldn't understand it ...ither. You see, I'm a man who lives his life according to his needs, not according to his means. This is a good reliable car, and it was good value for money. That leaves me more cash to spend on the important things in life." And I'm important?" I hope you'll become so. I really do. My wife has left me. My son finished university and has moved to. I turned back and watched the world go by with the blur caused by the tram as it sped along the long straight section, by the canal. A few people alighted at the next stop, but not the brunette I am pleased to say. A seat became available but I decided to stand, aware of the whiff of cologne from my companion. I turned to have another look and she gazed back giving me an affectionate look, but didn’t break into a smile. She looked down at my bare legs, which had a slight tan owing to my recent. " "Because it is just automatic for a woman to do these things. And now that you're a woman inside, it comes naturally." "Wait," he said, "This is wrong. I can't be a woman inside." "I think that Emma has always been a part of you, and that all I've done is to allow her to become free, and take over the male part of you. I think that she has been crushing your male self, and letting herself fill you in it's place." "But..." "No buts. You see the world through feminine eyes now. You just need. ”“Cool,” she said. “I’ve got a chicken ready to put in the oven and I got the fixings for a salad. I have some nice delicious wine and it’s going to be getting dark in another few hours so I think you’d be smart to stay for dinner.”“Want me to help you with the farm stand--help put things away.“Nah! I’ll just leave it ‘til tomorrow. No one will be coming by. No one’s going to steal anything.” She did pick up a few dollars from the little wicker basket and took the bills, leaving the basket. I.