" She'll be there," I sigh as I pull on a pair of strappy low-heeledshoes (mindful of Stuart complaining about his lack of height). "Not theone who li...es in Australia, obviously, but yes, Aunt Sally will bethere. Speaking of 'witches'..." She's not THAT bad, is she?" Stuart asks. "I mean, you've been gettingon better recently, haven't you?" Recently, yeah," I say. "I'm not expecting any REAL trouble, but... It'skinda hard to forget someone calling the police on you for sending aFacebook message. She told me that in her dream, she saw, we both having love and were completely nude. I was not able to utter a word as reply. But I told halfheartedly that you should not talk like this to me, because you are married and is my friend’s sister. But she told me that she don’t mind it and she always secretly loved me. I told her that we shall talk later and hung up the phone. Oh my God , I was feeling awesome! I didn’t know what to do!!!!!Anyway I didn’t contacted her for a week. She called me. Ken looked down at his rumbled clothes and thought back to when he had picked them out with his transsexual friend Sandra."No, no!" his friend Sandra had said. Sandra was a fairly famous architect in the city and so was fairly well traveled. "You don't want to wear that!"Ken had originally picked out a short, pin-striped skirt with a wide, open-collar shirt. "Why not?" Ken asked. "It looks just like this outfit I saw at DKNY."Sandra shook his head. "No, no. They don't want you to look like a. Please enter my sacred space."Ami stepped over the threshold. It took a few seconds for Ami's vision to adjust to the soft glow. The room was larger than she had expected. The hardwood floor gleamed, even in the low light. There were two yoga mats in the middle, facing each other. There was a large futon along one wall, shelves filled with books, DVDs and CDs along another. There were blankets, mats, bolsters, blocks and yoga ropes arranged neatly along the third wall, which also had a small.