Father has fortunately always been good to "understand" me, and was soon realizing that I seemed sad.I could not help but to entrust myself to him, an... he said, perhaps I should consider, to find a more mature man, at least to "get something out of it."Although the "guy" would be somewhat older, he would not oppose this, as he felt that it was important that I learned my body to know in this way.Oh, at that time did not feel for a "mature" man, but could actually understand the father's point. We go my house now."We didn't talk much during the drive home. She never dropped her accent or the role she was playing. Game or not, though, she was jet lagged out and spent most of the trip asleep. I didn't press her; she needed the rest. I spent the time working out my own role. If she was the helpless mail-order-bride, that meant that I was the swinish, domineering, sexist male. This might be fun - as long as we both knew I was playing. I mentally adjusted my boorishness higher.I brought. .." I responded, because that's all I could choke out of my mouth."You ok?" Um yeah, just, I'm sorry, hi." You looked like you were stuck somewhere other than this boring lame hospital."I giggled nervously, "Yeah, I was day dreaming. I need to get to my nightly routine so I can leave this boring hospital you speak of." I'm stuck until seven tomorrow morning, I can't leave just yet, but I would love to. I would love to be able to work somewhere decent where I wasn't working steady nights, but. Gladys gathered Timmy's clutch purseand watched as he teetered on his blue satin ankle strap sandals while heslipped into his evening gown, all done up in a royal blue, floor lengthwith layers of blue nylon chiffon. Gladys helped zip up the back of thedress as she looked him over. She also clipped on a triple strand pearlnecklace and added a feminine bracelet. She handed him his matching blueleather clutch purse. On the way out the front door Ned straightened histuxedo tie and slipped on.