I asked again if she was okay, to which she said something like "that bitch who looks like me left me fucking stranded here." I offered her a ride. Sh... looked at me suspiciously and said no. I said "okay" and continued walking to my car, which was a beautiful 1987 Trans Am. Maybe her change of heart came when she saw what I was driving. She walked up and I lowered the window. She apologized for being so "bitchy" and asked if I wouldn't mind driving her home. I didn't. She thought about it for a. Over period of time this closeness started increasing further and we started getting all touchy. We both just through are random acts were touching each other subtly…..we had started spending weekends together spending time with each other and doing absolutely nothing…..A key advantage we had was I used to stay alone and had the house to myself….so this helped when we both moved out of the earlier organization into different companies….Since we had started spending lots of time together on. And with a crushing handshake and dimpled-mustachioed smile, he charmed my pants off, which as I said was the plan."So, long trip," he asked again."What?" I asked leaning in.He smiled, widened his eyes, and directed the crowd to waiting ATVs. "Let's get to the house, folks. Time for lunch!" Shit!" I said and followed an old couple with my head lowered."Great lunch, Candy," came from the crowd among belches and farts. While high-noon passed to high-tea, I went for a walk. Candy said keep on the. Consequently I found myself deported temporarily back to England with alarge portion of my fortune stolen and only a modest sum to tide myfamily and me over. I felt a total failure for returning back home toJudith with my 'tail between my legs'.Fortunately, Judith was a loyal and supportive partner. She knew theonly way for me ever to make my way was to go it alone. If I worked forsomebody else, nobody would ever promote me past the rank of lowestoffice minion once my sexuality became known. I.