” “You’re a good man,” I told him.“I tried so hard,” Dion said before he turned his face away.“He gets weepy when he drinks. I’ve got ...ome cold water bottles out in the garage, I’ll be right back,” Mr. Chapman said, leaving the room to do just that. I scooted over on the couch and sat next to Dion, putting my hand on his back. “It’s okay, she did you wrong. It’s not your fault,” I said. “I know,” he mumbled, turning around and fighting back tears.“It’s okay to let it out and talk about it. I. "I think you'll like them and I'm positive you'll hit it off and have fun together. It'll give you a chance to be with some other kids, rather than just your mom and your old uncle." the last said with a grin."Oh Uncle, You're not old! Besides I love being with you..." then turning to her mom " ... and with you too, Mom. There isn't anyone in the world I'd rather be with than you two."Turning back to me she continued "I'd love to meet your friends and I've been wanting to go out on the lake in. ” The juice tasted good. “This tastes great, much better than the taste I woke up with.” I smiled at him letting him know I was joking. “I squeezed it myself - thought you might like some. And so you know - there are women who would pay to wake up with my taste in their mouth.” He smiled glibly. “I suppose there are Matt, but I’m not a 75 year old widow in case you haven’t noticed.” I laughed hard enough to risk spilling the juice at my own joke. He just smiled and turned a bit red. He. She motioned forme to come and watch the reality show she was watching with her, but myfaux masculine side told me not to. I declined and went to the computerto look up sports results.It was a pretty ridiculous thing to do. Here I was wearing a bra, tightsand a dress and I was still trying to show my wife that I was a realman!When dinnertime came, my wife took to making it. She served me as I satdown at the table. We had our normal conversations. I wanted to impresson her that me wearing a.