I opened my eyes and looked down. Some creep was squatting down, looking up my skirt! I closed my legs and shoved him with my foot. Jennie grabbed my ...and and yanked me out of my seat and we headed for the door. I was furious! That stupid asshole interrupted one of the hottest moments of my life!Without even thinking, I stormed out of the club and walked with Jennie down the street. I was so mad I just kept walking, even though I had no idea where I was going. I was going on and on about how. It was too big a bag for jewelry. It was not the right shape for a bottle of wine…. Curiosity caused her mind to race as she pulled the bag down onto the bench beside her. He looked at her. There was a mischievous glint there. “I hope it fits.” His smile was that of a 9 year old boy giving his mother a frog! With the sack discretely situated between her hip and the wall she looked and then she reached in and tipped it so she could get a better look….”Oh my God!!” His smile grew as she. Even as a young teenager I got a kick out of dressing me in their clothes. By the time I reached high school my friend Jill was the only other participant in these parties, the rest having abandoned them for more exciting pastimes. Whenever Jill's parents were gone for a while she would invite me over and we would play dress up. I could fit into her older sister's clothes and we had a great time dressing each other up. I prize the memory of lazy afternoons, sitting together on her couch or. Two glasses of champagne were already poured for us in the back seat and as we sipped those, I started a FaceTime call with my husband John. He answered and I leaned in close to Jeannie so he could see us both."How are my girls doing? Having fun?" He asked.Without saying a word, I leaned in and gave Jeannie a long deep kiss. "We are having a wonderful time, Darling," I answered. "And we met a delightful couple today too. I will tell you about them later. They both might be people we should get.