I particularly liked this gold tone, verymellow and subdued. I'm definitely a femme; I adore nylon stockings,silk and satin, fine or trashy lingerie, ...ace, ultra high heels, sexydresses, perfumes and makeup -- you get the idea; if you're reading thisyou probably know!I slipped my black pumps back on (sensible two inch heels for work) andwent to the kitchen for a glass of wine. I poured one for Cindy also,leaving it on the counter and returned to the living room. Settling backinto the. After that encounter, my wife had asked me to make some arrangements with several of the other black men that I worked with at the shop. When I suggested this to them one afternoon, they all readily agreed to meet her for a little Mother's Day gathering. I then made plans with my wife so that our son would be gone and finally decided that all the arrangements could be made and the gathering would take place on the Saturday immediately preceding Mother's Day.My wife was hoping that Tyrone could. “That easy?” he said.“You had me with the you’ll handle all of the paperwork,” I said. the boss man smiled.“Okay then. You got it. I’ll have Beverly put the contract together. Be a day or two. Okay?” he said.“Oh yeah,” I said. The man had a helluva grip; shaking hands with him was a challenge.I headed back to work. I actually did have a lot to do.“I heard,” said Lance. “Everybody’s talking about it. And the office is picking up the tab?”“Yes, sort of,” I said.“Sort of?” he said.“I had to. "She looked at him and a smile crept across her face. "Are younervous?" No." His voice went up in pitch, which grated on his ears. "I'm notnervous. I just..."She grinned. "Have you never been to a dance before?" I have." In seventh grade. As a boy. "This is different," heconceded. "It's high school and..."She looked at him. "It will be totally fine. And fun. If a cute guyasks, you'll dance." That didn't make him feel better. "Or we'lldance in a group and stuff." He nodded. He had.