But they won't come until morning, so you're safe for the night."It was just past seven o'clock the next morning when two police officers knocked on t...e front door of Coach Jenkins' house. Minutes later they emerged with a handcuffed Stuart Fisher.There was much written about the assault of the reporter in the morning newspaper, and on another page, deeper inside the paper was a small article about an alleged attempted kidnapping. The article said that while the news of that had travelled. The familiar feeling she had become accustomed to when dreaming of Bob had her worked up really well. When she opened her eyes, standing in the doorway of the toilet stood her once-manly husband. He had already dressed in a frilly, sheer, white and pink baby-doll negligee, white stockings over his strong legs. She had picked it out for him the night before, and they had even tested it underneath his work clothes. He watched her as if he were unable to move.He simply stood watching her, waiting. There were none of the bulging muscles of the wrestlers. But he wasn't flabby at all. Everything was solid, there just wasn't that much of it.It wasn't as cute as his ass, but, then again, what was?He was detumescent. Isn't that a lovely sounding word?When you read the classics of erotic literature, you read detumescent, rather than limp. I'm not uneducated.I may have been shallow and lazy, but I do read and I have a fine mind. Vocabulary was never a problem.Jeff was eighteen, and in what. .."And with that the three of us 'ladies' hugged again and said ourgoodbyes, leaving me to wonder when, or if, I'd ever see either one ofthem again, let alone Mark. But then I remembered what Sharon had said,and wondered if God had just given me a sign. I just didn't know what itmeant.*****Strangely, as the evening's show got started I was still feeling kind ofnumb on account of what Mrs. McCowan told me, and it wasn't till close tothe end of the show that my emotions began to bubble to the.