That night I wore a black lace bra with black opaque pantyhose. I hadjust got an awesome leather skirt and thought that tonight I would showhim it. I ...lid the leather skirt up and over my soft, smooth legs andzipped it firmly in place. It was so tight and showed off my curvy littlesissy boy body off perfectly. The final piece was a form fitting whitesatin blouse. I had really long hair already because, as I told myparents, "I need my hair long because I am in a band". I was in a bandbut I could. After a steadying half-minute, she stuttered: “You ... you know Dean? He ... he told you we were married?”I gave a little shrug. “We were together for a long time that night while you were with Terry. He’s really sweet. I liked him a lot.” I paused, uncertain. “I hope you don’t mind me saying that. I just want you to know how lucky I think you are.”“Lucky,” she murmured quietly. We drove another ten miles before she tried to respond to my comment ... and even then, I didn’t really understand. We were both disappointed to have missed last week's screening, and now somebody else's misfortune was going to make our night."Babe, we will get to see it after all" you say, and hug me.However, not too many of the crowd were pleased with the news, and many are walking away, clearly not at all pleased with the course of events.After a few minutes we are at the box office purchasing our tickets. We climb the stairs to the lobby where the management has provided complimentary glasses of wine for. The mysterious way I'd acquired her number didn't help. I mean I didn't even know her name, who was I suppose to ask for? Eventually, I plucked up the courage and dialed the number."Hello?" A female voice answered."Hi. I'm...I'm from the bar last night. I don't know if you remember but I...I was wondering if..." Tomorrow night. The same bar. Be there at 9." She hung up.I put the phone down shocked at her abruptness. My heart was in my mouth and my mind raced with possibilities. I'd.