" Just help me get good at this. I promise I won't mind if you call meout on things I'm doing wrong, just as long as you understand that I'm awoman n...w. So if I want to shack up with Jacques..."She shook her head and wiped away a tear. "I suppose I'm lucky I missedthe teenage years." We rode in silence as she wove in and out of thetraffic approaching Midway Airport, until she got to the exit for theGeneral Aviation terminal. It was like another world: valet attendantsgreeted us and. I sat, listening, waiting.My eyes kept flickering open, brushing the silk lining of the mask, the softness of the material feeling cool against my eyes, waiting. The chair is comfy, like an old worn wooden chair can be sometimes, after being used for decades. The wood feels cool against my bare skin, but so smooth and silky, just a little rougher than the silk on the mask. I'm still waiting. I know I mustn't move. You told me not too. I have to sit, just like this and wait. I don't know what I. From what she said I got the impression that they had only spoken for a minute or two. With no details from that first call, she then told me that later in the afternoon she got another call from the same person. This time they spoke for a very long time. “But,” she insisted, “I still thought it was you!”As she was telling me this, she was getting more and more upset but from what she had told me so far, I still did not fully understand the reason that she was getting upset. So now, as you can. ." I started tosay."Now, now my boy, don't be unsociable." He interrupted.Normally, I would have probably done my best to extricate myself fromthe situation, but something in the old man's eyes calmed me andstifled any impulse I had to take a powder.With a cool smile on his face he continued, "It's perfectly alright youknow, to admire womanly virtues. I can see quite clearly that you justhappen to be a leg man. I'm correct, aren't I?"Swallowing hard, and getting a little dizzy, I found myself.