Once again the probable result of years of jaw-clenching and tooth-grinding in those same board (bored) meetings.I attempted yet again to put aside my...foreknowledge and concentrate only on the light actually arriving at my eyes. Yes, no, I'm not sure. As the sun continued to rise the coronal light was gradually giving way to direct sunlight, turning the subtle sparkles glimpsed through her hair into bright diamond pinpricks that heightened rather than relieved the surrounding black.Still,. Now, I thought about what I might say next. To my surprise she turned her head towards me and looked me in the eyes:"I'm fine, Uncle James, really," she spoke without hesitation this time. I began to feel much better about everything. I watched her intently as she lowered her legs down, and unfastened her seat belt. Now that the first hurdle was cleared, there was the awkward next step of our agreement. I'm not particularly glib-tongued, and I stumble over myself sometimes trying to say just. It appeared that she was dressed similarly to "Sherri" but he knew that, according to the rules laid out in strict detail online, that his fun was restricted to the man spread out on the rack in front of him. Which was fine by James. He had been fantasizing and playing with sissies online for months now. He was finally going to cross the line and play with one for real.He walked over to "Sheri" and picked up the note on his back. Looking closely in the dim light he was able to read the note.. Only to be cut short as someone grabbed his backpack. "Hey that'sRichards," Amanda said from behind. "You ain't robbing him, right?"Richards mind was furiously searching for an answer. "He ... uhm ... mybackpack broke and ... I ... uhm ... he offered his."Turning around he saw Amanda and her scrutinizing gaze. "I don't thinkso," she declared a moment later. "Let me look into it or we go back andask Richard. Your choice."They couldn't go back. There was no Richard. Not a normal one..