We all would have.”Uncle Pete managed to finish his coffee before drifting off to sleep. Shortly, the cacophony from the various monitors let his fa...ily know that he was gone.The weather on Saturday was cold, drizzly, and just plain miserable. The only place large enough to hold Uncle Pete’s memorial service was the high school auditorium. Well, the gym would have held a very uncomfortable crowd, but many a rule was broken and the gym became the site for his wake.Very few from the town and. She stood and held it up for me to see."See how the red pattern swirls in the center? It's perfect," she declared.I nodded. I had woven a crude sack with palm fronds and some wire. It held the last of the soap and toiletries we had salvaged. She opened the bag and dropped the shell in."This place is so wonderful. I never knew that nature could be so beautiful." She had told me she was a city girl."Yeah," I replied. "This place has definite paradise potential."She looked up at me for a moment.. I knew he had seen me so I just stood there in theliving room trying to think of a logical reason why I was dressed as agirl. None came.I was still standing there when he finished. He looked me over, "Notbad," he said. "A little work and you could be pretty. Care to tell mewhy you are in that outfit?"I was soooo busted. I could do nothing but tell the truth. I told himhow I liked wearing girl's clothes and a long story but I will leavethat, it is of no import to this story.I was relieved when. But in a booster seat, I will be sitting right next to you at the table; we would be able to touch and caress each other under the tablecloth all through the meal.Guess which choice wins out.Sitting next to you, up a little higher (here, the tables are higher too) so the booster seat just works to bring me to table level, my hand quickly finds your thigh to rub. You just place your hand over mine and stop my movements for a minute as you look at the menu for us.You choose a meal for me that.