Long story short, we arranged to meet up at my place the following weekend.Kev and Danny arrived together, having driven up from the city, and I sized...Danny up while serving them drinks.Not what I'd expected, he was around 30, red-haired and built like a brick shithouse. Decent-enough looks-wise, but nervous-looking. I smiled to myself as I passed him a beer, imagining that he was thinking about his wife and two rugrats at home. Kevin had told me Danny was kind of in denial about the pair's sex. My hoped-for period of reflection and regrouping had turned into long days of lonely yearning, and I had no more answers to life’s questions than I’d had in June, only more questions. Out of habit I scanned the surrounding territory for plumes of smoke. Nothing on the ridge to the east where I’d reported several lightning strikes the night before last. Not that it mattered. By tomorrow there wouldn’t be a fire burning anywhere in the Northern Region, fire crews would be packing to go home and. We hadn’t said much since the last gas stop. Giselle was still upset about the Lisa. It didn’t matter that it had only happened once or that we were technically on a break. Giselle had come home on her lunch break and found Lisa and I on the couch. This trip was supposed to be our reset button. After two days of fighting and arguing we came to that moment, that single point in time where you know – it’s do something to get back on track or walk away. I had suggested a road trip. “Come on, you. Called HER up, to ask HER for a date. Jill smiles to herself; what Allie told her is true. The tables ARE turned in her favor, now she's playing the game as a girl. Jill looks at the dress she is wearing. She feels her bra and panties under it. She thinks to herself, 'It's good to be the girl, I like this a lot.'~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~She tells Allie all about it the next night when they are enjoying dinner together."See, Jill... What did I tell you the other night? Norm likes you. Didn't I.