.........they are loaded with mischief and made worse by the crooked smile on your lovely, thick lips. As we go out to the car and we are about to get...in, without warning, you lift your black lace skirt pull your panties down and pop a squat, realeasing a sustained golden shower which splalshes loudly on the asphalt, all the while grinning at me. Feigning anger, I grab you and throw you into the passenger seat of my Jaguar and the engine roars as we peel off into the night for my apartment. I. “No. Up until a few years ago this state had a three-month waiting period between getting a divorce and remarrying; but that requirement was abolished.” He checked his watch. “Time to go in.”I sat on a bench in the rear of the courtroom. Bill was right -- it was a formality taking less than five minutes. After all the drama with Ben and his attorney, it was a bit of an anti-climax.I headed back to work and sat at my desk. “That was quick,” Carla remarked.“Short and sweet -- Ben’s team didn’t. "She went out leaving me in her room in my panties hoping she was goingto invite every girl in the corridor to look at her pervert boyfriendwho had a penchant for crossdressing. Would she do that? I didn't knowbut I was starting to think my lack of success with the ladies was downto my poster and how uncomfortable they felt looking at it.Victoria was back in a few moments with a tube which she threw to me andtold me to rub the contents on my legs. It smelt awful but I did what Iwas told but. I readily agreed because she was my sister I did everything I could to help her. I showed up and she was wearing scrub clothing, the kind you can get paint on, hers consisted those very short soffi shorts and a thin v-necked men’s undershirt. She is a beautiful young woman even wearing this. I was glad to see her and even more glad to give her a hug.We spent the day painting, and eventually we picked up a six pack and went to my apartment to hang out. The six pack was by no means the only.