After the typical how-are-you-doing chitchat, Sam got to the point. ‘If the deacons are looking for a project, I know someone that could use their h...lp. You know Sharon Walker? Well, her house is falling apart…’ Later that evening, Jack called him. ‘Let me tell you, Sam. Sharon is one proud lady. Initially, she refused our help. Said she didn’t want to take us away from someone who really needed it. But I convinced her there was no one more deserving than she was. I told her she’s done a. I said to the two of them that I wanted to dance. We went next door to a Black Angus steak house that had a bar with a dance floor. We grabbed a table by the dance floor and started ordering drinks. After a few drinks, I looked over at Art and said "I want to dance, which one of you is up to it?" Mike and I rarely dance so he said he was leaving me in Art's hands. I thought that might have some double meaning, but jumped up and grabbed Art's hand and led him on to the dance floor. I was a. Again. I heard footsteps coming from the other end of the small platform, obviously a female from the sound of the shoes on the concrete, and to relieve the boredom of counting along to the ticks of the station clock I glanced over. Then, for just a brief moment, time stood still. It was her! It HAD to be her! WAS it her?! It had been many years since the first time I saw her, but I instantly recognised that face.....I should explain a little bit who HER was...Twenty years ago, on my way home. " But. But. But I became a woman for you!" No you didn't, you became a woman for yourself. You have always been agirl Jayson, even when we were kid's I could see that in you. Frankly,your brother and you were just born in each other's bodies, but now bothof you have either corrected the issue or in your case will correct itsoon. I can tell that you will have a pussy between your legs in notime. Oh, and by the way, I kept up my promise." What promise?" The one you and I agreed to. That if.