I did everything I could to discourage Terry from spending time with them, but she was like a moth to a flame. She admired Jackie for being so outrage...us in the way she spoke, acted and dressed. I didn't appreciate the fact that my wife, who I thought was perfect, wanted so much to be like someone I disliked.Their friendship had grown to the point where they went out together a couple of nights a week. The only thing that kept me from putting my foot down was that Terry would always cancel her. I stopped... I actually giggled? Well... I suppose what else was Isupposed to do dressed like this?I grabbed the top and put it on next, sliding it over my head, carefulto avoid my face and hair, and letting it settle around the makeshiftboobs my bra created... I finished by buckling the belt just above mynavel and flattening the neckerchief around my neck.I spun around and faced the mirror... I wasn't perfect. But I could havebeen a contender in any cosplay competition."Wow." I said to the. “Do you have some spare time,” Jennifer non-chalantly inquired. I told her that I did.When she didn’t say anything else, I asked, “Why?”“I’d like to try out for you,” she said.“Try out?” I asked, having momentarily forgotten our previous conversation. “”For what?”“You know,” she replied, “Our little secret.”Damn.“Okay,” I replied, “But when and were?”“Dad’s gone and mom won’t be home from work for several hours,” she replied.My mind was racing. I asked of she was sure and she said she was one. "Dad," she called to her father, "we have a guest."Her father came racing out of the tent, zipping up his pants. It was his habit to take a brief nap in the afternoon, and that gorilla had caught him during it."Good heavens," he shouted as he headed toward the cage trap."We got a live one," Blair said, smiling and grabbing her notebook. She didn't want to miss the chance to record her first impressions of the huge creature.But try as she might to pick up her pen and write with it, she couldn't.