"All right, Amanda, then," he soldiered on stoically. He was unaccustomed to guests taking over so quickly on what was, after all, his show. Still, th...s, he reminded himself, was Aman­da Meiersdottir. He moved to regain control. "Amanda, it's my great honor to have you here tonight." Applause again erupted, to his annoyance. He continued over it even as the sign again pleaded for quiet. "I'm especially honored that you've chosen my show as the place to break your long silence."She inclined her. She kissed him, pulled her head out of the window and followed her husband's car down the driveway, which was when they both saw me standing next to their driveway entrance.Well hello stranger," said Caroline. "Long time no see."Then Bill stepped out of his car and looked at me before he turned to his wife and grinned. "Seems to me young Justin might want a little more than just the pleasure of your company."Was I that transparent or was Bill reading me entirely wrong. "I'm sorry Bill I wasn't. I slowly slid him out of my mouth and laid back on the couch again. I slowly spread my legs invitingly and he knew what to do. Again, I heard that voice in my head screaming at me. It was saying that this was wrong in so many ways that it was crazy. It was saying that I was surrendering myself, that I was going too far to ever go back. But I knew that it had been too late for that a long time ago. It had been too late all those months back when I first put on a dress and make up. It has been. “You sure know a lot about the trial, did you follow it closely?” I asked.“I was juror 13, the alternate,” he explained. “I heard all the evidence, but I didn’t have to vote on the case.”I know it sounds like a lot of information, but trust me I talked to a a lot of people, and I listened to a lot of BS. There was a group of people who went back a hundred years in their thinking, and a hell of a lot who grew up in the integrated south. There were definitely two camps every time I brought up.