It was on those days that John had dressed. Nancy had noproblem with that as long as John got his errands run.One night after dinner, Nancy had John s...and still while she tookhis body measurements. Then using the size charts from a mail ordercatalog she determined what sizes he should wear. It wasn't the sameas she had been used to because the relationship of chest and hipsizes was different for a man and a woman. That same night she hadJohn install a locking door knob on the small closet in. Taking her hand, he led her to his bedroom, and laid her down in his bed, pulling a trashcan to the side, and told her “get some sleep, if you feel sick use the can, don’t try to get to the bathroom, and we will talk in the morning and go from there” Sighing, thinking she was still a virgin and screwed it all up, rolled over and fell fast asleep. He walked back out of the room, cleaned the floors up, and then fixed him one more drink. Sitting on the couch in the dark, he tried to think of. I whipped out my phone and took their picture. The looks of horror on their faces when I snapped the shot made it a keeper.“You’re so dead,” Jett threatened with frustration written on every line of her face.I wasn’t sure why she was upset. Tomorrow, she’d be wearing that outfit on stage, live—in front of millions of viewers. I looked at the picture and smiled.“I think this should be your next album cover,” I suggested.“Just wait to see what they have planned for you to wear,” Jett. The fruit and vegetables section. We were both looking at cucumbers.“Raita,” she said. “I made a curry so fookin’ fierce you can’t get near it so I need something to calm it down.” She had an Irish accent and a dry delivery that made her sound as if she didn’t care what anybody thought of her bad language."Gazpacho,” I replied. “The tomatoes aren’t ripe enough so I’ll use V8, but that’s actually better, just not so authentic.”“Bit of black pepper at the end to spice it up,” she suggested. I.