“What do youmean?,” I asked. “Oh, Peg,” she said, “I was just thinking of my ex-husband. I was a faithful wife to him ...or five years, and he kept tel-ling me that he never even looked at another woman. You know that Icaught him with the cunt I divorced him over, but now I find out thatshe wasn’t the only one. He had a whole stable of little chippies thathe was doing, starting with a month after we got married. I got thehouse after we split, but I’d. Always in a feminine dress or skirt and always with a wig and thick lipstick. Usually to a department store, looking at make up and lingerie, just so girls shopping. Sometimes I would get strange looks, but no one every said anything and I became bolder. “Look at this dress, Jennifer” or “You would look so cute in this thong, Emma.” She would always call me different girly, girl names. Nervous, but I felt amazing, so sexy and free. The he first time she introduced me to a male friend of hers, I. I stopped walking towards the door."Excuse me, you didn't answer my question." The guard looked disgruntled. "What's the problem?" I re-iterated."I have reason to believe that you haven't paid for all the items in your bag."There, he'd said it."I want to see the Manager." That's where I'm taking you." No, I want to see the Manager out here." Stop messing about and get in there." I don't have to do that. Get the manager please." I told you, that's were I'm taking you!" The guard was beginning to. She was always busy with my parents way of life. They had her in everything from the highest academic programs to any sport she could excel in. It was a wonder she had the time to pick up the phone and text me. I am excited to be coming home. I was lying to her of course, but I was excited to see her. I missed my little sister, though I would never admit that to anyone. What guy in his right mind really misses his kid sister? My friends would laugh if they heard that was my only excitement.