(Mindy) How should that be included into a story?(Elaine) It is all about imagination. That story of ours was a classic example, imagine how you would...react if you suddenly became female! That was why I enjoyed writing it!(*Wendy-J) Elaine, what was your motivation on "How I Worked My Way into Dresses"? I know you did not start the story!(Elaine) I did it for Mindy, as some pay back for being the host of Fictionmania. Mindy's story outline was there, so I just tarted it up! It was quite. Men’s league play had started, which seemed interesting to me that they would have league play starting at mid-morning, but I kept forgetting how many retired people lived in the area and how many people in this community had retired early, still in their mid to late 50’s. So, by the time we were back at the house I was hot and sweaty and poor Harley was panting. I committed to getting a water bottle that would be easy to carry, maybe one with a strap, to hydrate both Harley and me.I walked. OK, we were all impressed, but that was not accomplishing much for us. It looked to me like subterfuge was a better weapon than brute force if we were going to win. In any case, my curiosity was aroused, and I wanted to meet this Imhab character. There was a slight possibility that a compromise could be worked out, so I wanted to test that, first.What the hell? I was always the impetuous type, so I decided that a visit to the castle might tell us a hell of a lot. Wogal was against it, but I. I lean on the door. Since I'm on a rug, Mr Owens just pushes thedoor open and slides me backwards. I can see the key in the lock. The keyI left in the lock just a few minutes ago."Now what kind of adventure is this?" he asks me.He steps into the laundry room and lightly touches the sleeve of mynightie. I just push him hard out the door but instead the rug gives outunder me and I fall right onto my rear. The poo squelches again. I've hadenough. Now I'm really caught. I tried so hard. I am so.