The fear welled through him and the pain of his wife’s fingernails digging into the flesh of his bare arm as she pressed herself close and grasped h...m in fright. Neither was listening to the music that came from the car’s radio. The roar of the heater fan went unnoticed. All they heard was the howl of the arctic wind, and each other’s fear driven, raspy breathing. Sometimes, he managed to spot the tracks of the last car that had passed down the major road, but mostly he simply saw white. It was. I opened the door and watched his expression change from business like to somewhat surprised and then pleased. Like all guys, he was happy to be suddenly conversing with a pretty woman. I smiled and shrugged.“A girl can’t be too careful now,” I said. He smiled and nodded as he introduced himself as Mark. He began explaining the group’s function and I nodded in understanding. I noticed as only a cross dresser, or a woman can, that he was checking me out as discreetly as possible. As I. Like gym guy across the way.Mother would've been horrified. Not at the idea of Jody watching him, but the thought that he could maybe see her — like there was anything to see - and would close the drapes.Sammi had devoured every detail, had even gotten a bit excited at the idea of a totally naked, well built, sweaty man almost within arm's reach. She'd giggled and preened and never failed to mention him when she dropped in.And now she'd brought a present, and Jody was sure it had something to. Alwaysseemingly as a result of random factors, he lost jobafter job, eventually having to settle for theposition of a lowly janitor. It wasn't glamorous, butat least it put bread on the table and rent on thelandlord's desk. Brandon was understandably sour aboutthe whole sorry business.Brandon ran a hand through his dirty blond hair,glancing about the dim mall as he did so. Only onemore objective to complete before he could go home andget some sleep. One more trashcan to empty and onemore trash.