" SHE DODGED THE BULLET. Now the client only talks to my wife: "Oh, in that case, please do come in. I need a favor to ask.Maybe a job for you GUYS!!"...The favor was for "US" (meaning my wife) to teach him Persian. My wife agreed. For celebration, he suggested that we stay a bit longer. He took us for a tour around the house, pool table, little hockey table and the outdoor pound, while continually refilling out wines. after about an hour, he went to answer a call and wile he was away, my wife. I got divorced and started for the first time in my life to live alone. One of the first things I thought of doing was to “dress”. Heather was born. I called myself Heather, my EX wife’s name, don’t know why I have tried changing it but it didn’t seem to work and too many people know me as Heather.The first thing I did was buy a copy of Exchange & Mart. On the back few pages there were TV adverts. Luckily I saw an advertisement for “Repartee”. It opened my eye to the TV world, as well as. A single hand on my knee was brushed off, and he left me alone. It was a good thing, as it gave me a new sense of dread to ponder. What would Juan do? Did I have the heart to follow Ben’s commandment to me, and honor a sexual request, or even insistence?The day ended with a joint meeting, with Juan laying out his goals for the next day, and my concluding my trip to this client. I had another local one I would visit the next day, and as I was thanking the client for his time, attention, and. Her son, my nephew, sat with a quizzled look on his face, 'Kiki, a pet name for his older sister, said she was wearing one', he replied innocently.Both myself and my sister laughed, 'These k**s now-a-days and sex', relied my sister, shaking her head, 'Well what is it', he interjected again, his curiosity getting the better of him.My sister looked at me, 'Are you wearing knickers', I looked at her and shook my head, indicating I was 'commando', at which my sister rose from her stool and undid.