It had been so many years since she would gaze upon a man again. Well, maybe she had stared down a man recently, but maybe this was something differen..., something strange, something new. At 40 she still had a sexy body, but since her divorce she decided that men were shit, and that she was not going to have anything to do with them.The divorce had not been that bad, but still 10 years of a boring life and what’s worse a boring sex life she was glad to have walked away. No k**s, kept the house,. Lynn nervously hid her head behind my shoulder and clasped my right hand tightly.As we exited outside of the club Lynn pulled my hand back towards her saying, "Please, Sir?" Her gaze was on the cash still visible in my left hand.I turned towards her and pulled her close. Holding her face in my hands I began to assure her how pleased I was with her and what a good girl she had been.I explained the money by saying, "The club participates in a series of high priced select feeds to private clubs. Regrettably I understand from Mr Hawkins here that eventhis progressive organisation is insufficiently enlightened to have womenconsultants and this, Mr Ridley is where you come in."At this point the direction of the discussion became apparent to Latimerand he went pale.Mrs. Atkinson continued, "I understand from Mr Hawkins, that at the lastHalloween party, a tradition, which I believe McIntyre have imported fromtheir United States origin, you were somewhat of a sensation in fancydress as. .maybe these adventures could have been true if I had been a little bolder. A nice late winter day found me stopping by "Auntie A's" on the way home from classes at Junior College. I now had a car, a full-time summer job and had been relieved of taking care of her and "Uncle P's" lawn. "A" would still call my Mom to have me stop by to do some "chore" now and then which I was only glad to oblige. I was greeted with a hug and told to sit down for a snack. "A" was wearing one of her.