‘That’s okay’ I lied. ‘What’s this all about Jane?’ ‘I’ll tell you in a second.’ She wrapped her arm through mine and began walking ...n the opposite direction to which she came. She seemed so serious and I began to worry. What could it be? She led me to where I had seen the fog, it was even thicker down here. The fog over the water made it look like a swampy lagoon. We sat at the abandoned seats and tables outside a small café. They were wet with condensation. She slumped down into the seat,. Both of them must have been in their 80's.It seemed strange to hear her voice. She was saying "I didn't see him. He just came out in front of me." I wanted to tell her it was alright but I couldn't see or feel anything. She kept repeating it to each person there. They were all asking if I was OK but I couldn't answer them, either. Somebody should answer Mrs. Crowly.They were talking about him. He has a broken back. His legs are pretty bad. I don't think he'll walk again. He may never wake. She's a professional model, and I already know that you love her tits. And I know those pictures you tried to take through your rolled-up windows must have sucked. How about you buy us a tank of gas, and you can take some really nice pictures? Hell, I'll even coach you so you can take professional-level shots. I'm not sure which one of you boys owns that SUV, but pictures of her naked body sprawled out on the hood must be worth some points back at school, right?"Argyle winked seductively and. As I walked to the bar, surveying my surroundings as I went, my heartsank. The fact that the club was trans-friendly was irrefutable -there were plenty of girls there whose "provenance" was blindinglyobvious from their poorly applied makeup and ill-fitting clothes. Andthere were plenty of admirers too, mostly sweaty stressed-looking guysold enough to be my father in crumpled and stained suits with theirhands in their pockets having, I don't doubt, a good old "fumble" atthe thought of all the.