We were at the third store trying on clothes. She was in the dressing room with me making sure everything fit the way she wanted it to. Then she start...d sending me out to look in the mirror and to get some guy’s opinion that was there with his girlfriend. He liked what he saw. She didn’t. I went back in the dressing room and got undressed. Ashley picked up all the clothes I had tried on and took them out to the counter. She said she saw something else that would look good. I waited a few. "Benjamin Roberts", I said introducing myself, "Though everyone calls me Ben." Thanks for letting me in... Ben,"he began. "You're the first person who's actually been willing to see what it is I have to offer." Once again he withdrew the pair of white cotton, obviously women's panties. The fact they looked brand new still did not tell me anything, though I was curious."If you're trying to interest me in a pair of women's panties, it's really not my thing. And I don't care who you might claim. His faithful servant Nestor sidled partially sideways in front of me like some crablike creature dredged up from the moat quite by accident. I pitied the ugly Nestor because he was still young and filled with some strength and vitality and I wondered what quirk of fate had caused his “humpty-dumpty” appearance. It robbed him of any vestige of normal human likeness. I was convinced there was nothing to be done to enhance his chance of relations with a female with minimal standards unless she was. I wore a black cocktail dress, one of her favourites and she wore mid-blue trousers and a cream silk camisole and looked far more feminine than she normally does. ‘No good looking at me like that. Just because I am not wearing jeans a t shirt that says ‘College’s Butch’ does not mean I have become all girly. This is business dress.’ ‘Works for me.’ ‘Oh, and by the way, yes.’ ‘Yes, what?’ ‘I think you might be a lesbian, given a bit of practice.’ The short walk to the gallery in warm sunshine.