Glancing into the back of the wagon, Felek noticed the cargo seemed to be arranged a bit haphazardly under a tarp which was not even tied down fully. ...e chuckled."Don't need details, my friend. However," he added, glancing back down the road he had just traveled, "you may like to know we ran into some Watu soldiers a ways back, over a hundred strong. You most likely won't reach them today, but..." Ah." Cheikh looked down the road, frowning. "Yes. Thank you for that information." What can we. After a quick pit stopin the lady's room, Crystal decided it was time to return to her room.Sadly, the last few hours had not helped George to clarify hisdecision. If anything, they had muddied the waters. He loved dressingup as a woman. It wasn't the destination of looking like Miss Americathat was so majestic. It was the journey he truly loved. Everyintermediate step in his transformation brought incalculable joy.The longer the process took the better he liked it. He couldn'texplain or. Twice in the last half hour, he'd snapped awake when his tires drifted off the road and onto the shoulder, making a god-awful racket as loose gravel peppered the undercarriage and fender wells. He knew if he didn't stop soon, he'd likely wind up a highway statistic.There were no other cars, but there was a semi hauling a load of rebar idling on the side of the road, its driver probably snoozing comfortably in the sleeper cab. A single streetlight cast its dim yellow glow over the little park. I couldn't help smiling, though. When I glanced back in his direction a moment later, I noticed he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat.The meeting lasted another hour, and I flashed him three more times. I have no idea what the sales plan was, but I know it was the most entertaining meeting I've attended in years. When it was over, he was bright red in the face and had to hold his laptop in front of him as he left the room. TuesdayI decided to continue my game of teasing him and wore my.