The little bastard. I drove by the store quickly, wanting to go into that bathroom and shove his head into the toilet until he drowned. But I had to g...t home, eat a quick dinner, plan, and drive back.I got lucky that night. The sun was starting to set and as I drove down the street to her house I saw her walking across the road. I slowed down to watch her remove the mail from the neighbor's mailbox and pickup the newspaper lying in the driveway. Her neighbors across the road were not home,. In a way, I felt bad for him, becausewhenever I buy a cute outfit, I get to wear it in public. I rememberthinking that it's gotta suck to pay money and imagine looking cute in anoutfit, but then never get to actually experience rocking it publicly.After reviewing his female wardrobe, and with real excitement I might add,I offered to help him become "passable". I suggested that we spend a fewmonths working on his female appearance together, and that we plan aweekend trip to celebrate and let his. There was nothing romantic about an angry exchange of words. He took a deep breath to calm down.“This is supposed to be a date,” he said wondering if he wife remembered what a date was.“Annie would enjoy it.”“A date is two people, not three,” he said.It was hard to keep from sounding cross. The fact that they were in the car and driving away from the house without Annie was miracle enough. There was no need to force the issue. All he wanted was a nice quiet evening alone with his wife.“Annie is. " "Just shut up and sit still." She looks around tears starting to stream down her face, she can't see outside because the windows are tinted on both sides. After about a half hour the van stops, the man gets out and opens the back, "Get out."Quickly she stumbles out, looking around, aparently in some empty lot, she shivers with cold.What do you want me for? The man's response is a slap across the face. "Slut you are not to talk unless told to, understand me?" Her face jerks to the side, and.