Connection point made.I stepped back into the dining area and told Rick that we had run out of eggs and milk and that I was going to go up to the stor... to get somethings. He assumed that Joanne was going to go with me and stood up as if he was going to head out to the garage.“Where are you going?” I asked.“Ya’ll are going to store,” he replied. “I have a yard to mow.”“No, you don’t,” I replied. “We have a guest and I’m going to the store, so please mind your manners and do the yard later.”Rick. Who she was isn't really important, she was just a woman from work, and it was just a one off thing that we both quickly forgot about, and I quickly devoted myself to my loving, unaware wife once more.Then a few months later I got a text message from my mother in law, Dawn, Dawn was of course Tina's mother, she was in her early fifties, and looked like a perfect older version of her daughter, about six foot tall, long blonde hair, a perfect tan, and a fit slim body to match, with a cleavage you. Admitting this tothe old bitch was just, well, it seemed boring.I began to feel funny though. Sort of nauseated, like I'd just gottenoff a roller coaster. My vision seemed blurry, too. What the fuck?Was I losing my cool with this old windbag. I breathed in deeply andgave up the staring contest. I looked down to stop the dizzy feeling.When my vision focused again I noticed the oddest thing. The air aroundme seemed to be shimmering like a mirage in the desert. Suddenly Inoticed that my. I was still wearing a t-shirt.I undid my suspenders, unsnapped my pants and pulled them down. I didn't look at her. I didn't say anything.I leaned over, sitting down, and the first skate came off. The second skate came off. And then I stepped out of my pants.I was wearing a cup and suspenders under it. Amanda just sat there on the bench staring. She said nothing.I took off the cup and my suspenders. I was sitting there in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.She stood up off the bench. Wearing nothing.