"Apparently. But not just seeing someone either. I'm pretty sure he's fucking her too. So I want to find out who my possible future step-mother might ...e." It really that serious?" Larry asked."I don't know ... but I intend to find out," Becky said looking sternly at him. "But for now, I need the two of you to leave, I have things I need to see to and do," she told them both, though turning back to face Bobby again. "Pick me up around six," she said. "Oh, and it might be a good idea if you bring. She was a pretty young woman with shoulder length light brown hair. Her blond highlights simmered in the glow of the artificial restaurant lighting. Her beautiful dark eyes seemed to be staring off into another world. Deep contemplation and a sense of peace showed on her pretty face. A kind of glow seemed to be radiating from her, drawing me to her. I wondered what the captivating woman was imagining. She clearly was not present in the café with the rest of the diners. Her slight smile. I opened it to see Carrie standing there with the book I ordered. She told me she thought I might like to have it for the weekend as the bookstore is closed. I told her that was very nice of her to go to all that trouble. I invited her in and she sat there on the couch looking very scared. I told her to relax and asked her if she would like a glass of wine. She said no thanks I need to go just wanted to bring the book over. I looked at her and told her to stay and have a glass with me in. “Wee Jock McLeish as I live and breathe,” Andy Cameron suddenly announced as he looked up from his whiskey, “Whit ye daein here in Glasgie, and in a kult?”Jock swiftly replied “Ah Andy man, uts nae a kult uts a skirt, uts nae tartan see.”“Eh?” Andy queried, he turned to the girl he was drinking with. “Eh Morag, Wee Jock here is wearin a skirt.” “Its a Kilt you twat,” Morag explained.“No its a skirt,” Jock explained, “Ah’m transitioning tae a wooman, Ah’m weain’ a skirt as a part oh it.”.