Alex, who was our regular waiter came to the table and greeted us with a friendly smile. "Janelle you look stunning as always," he said with a wink. "...hank you Alex," I smiled a flirty smile at him. He turned to my husband, "oh and happy birthday Jason!" "Thank you Alex, but just another day." Alex turned his attentions to his job. "What can I get you two to drink?" We both ordered our drinks and my mind wandered as he ran off to fetch our drinks. I think I should have ordered something. ’ ‘Okay, I’m looking for an adventure and to find myself so working for you and living with you in your house and you being a publisher sounds a perfect mix for me.’ Mrs Mace said nervously, ‘You’re not gay are you Fi?’ ‘God no. What about you?’ ‘God no. Oh what a lovely expression to reject a notion emphatically and yet politely. I don’t think you’ll find Australians are particularly polite darling. We like our cards on the table. Come soon.’ ‘Huh?’ That cards on the table bit had left Fi. . that I could see. The security lighting outside the hotel brightly lit up the rows of cars parked directly in front of the rooms, whereas the opposite side of the parking lot was dark trees with no security lighting. Do I pull up in front of the motel room where my car will be lit up and everyone can see me inside? Or do I play shy and park over in the shadows where someone could easily take advantage of me in the dark?.. I knew.. KNEW I was going to stand out regardless. Bimbo blonde. Since her recent divorce, she often called for a chat with my wife Linda. "Hey, gorgeous!" I answered the call on the landline.Rebecca, aka Becky, aka Bex is a "special" friend. She has known of my crossdressing for over twenty years, during which time she has been a major contributor to my wardrobe. She's an attractive brunette, has a great figure, and her shoe size is the same as mine. Only a week ago the three of us had gone out for dinner to Rebecca's local Italian, where we were greeted.