I knew Eric was going to enjoy undressing me from these clothes at our motel that day, and I was going to enjoy being slowly, lovingly peeled down to ...akedness by him. As arranged, I parked my car at the train station where Eric and I commuted from together every morning. We would daily ride together to our respective jobs, in each other’s arms, with frequent kisses, generally unaware of surrounding passengers. Except to notice when we might have a moment of privacy to touch each other in very. Or exceeded them, as I did. I don’t deny that I take satisfaction that I made it to the top, while my father never rose above the middle. And perhaps partly it was that being back here alone for the first couple of months, except for those weekends he arranged to fly to Boston, I fell back into my old pattern. Sex didn’t play much part in my first marriage. And I can’t say I really missed it then. Meeting one another changed both our lives, but Winston’s more than mine. His flying days were. And then the lights came up, and there was Tom.Wearing girl clothes.The audience was totally stunned, because he'd obviously put a lot ofeffort into his look. If you didnt know it was a guy, you could barelytell.He? She? Kept singing."Heaven comes to he who waitsBut I know I'm getting nowhereAnd all the deeds of yesterday.Have really helped to pave my wayThough there's no one near me nowHow come everyone can touch me now?You see the torture on my browRelates to neither here nor nowWatch me. I guess. It's just that it felt kinda weird, ya know?" So you want to tell me who they were about? I mean, you don't have to. I'm just curious."He opted to leave out the ones about his mother, and confessed in a whisper, "They were about Ms. Sellers."Anna Belle looked over at him and smiled. "Well, at least you've got good taste in fantasy partners. And as long as we're bearing our souls, I've had a couple of fantasies about Ms. Sellers myself. I think she's hot!" Huh? You?" Sure, why not? You.