The next part of my self imposed adult education was to learn to dance asa woman. I learned ball room, old time, modern and rock and roll. It waswonde...ful. I loved being lead while wearing wonderful pretty dresses.My persona had become well and truly one of a female, one more skill tomaster.If I was going to be the female in sexual encounters for the rest of mylife I was damn sure I was going to be good. I had my experiences withChrissie and my previous girlfriends to draw upon but I wanted. . how old is too old?" I stumbled.She laughed and for the first time, she looked like she might have a personality."Some days, twenty one is too old. Some days, maybe thirty. It is a hard business. All work ... no play," she said, losing her smile."You said you came here to join your parents." Yes ... my father was ill. I came to help my mother run their store. He died and now I am here to look after my mother." It was all stated in a matter-of-fact way as if it was exactly what she expected to. Matt sprayed some of his cologne on before leaving the house. He said he didn't want to be too obvious, with a chuckle.As we got out of the truck, I quickly sprayed some cologne and we walked into the restaurant. Mr. Spencer was waiting patiently. He stood up, shook Matt's hand and gave me a glare with a spark in his eyes. We sat as the waiter took our drink order. Matt and Mr. Spencer began chatting about me and my dancing last night. I began to blush, then Matt said that I fucked like I. I'm going to be interviewed for the telly next week, though. And I'm paying an official visit to Scitech. But I did have a few more questions. Sure, I'll keep it brief. One, vacation. I do? Four weeks! Wow. And I've got a week from last year? I thought I'd used that up on my honeymoon. Kevin did what? OK. He's very kind and gracious. Second, travel to meetings. Oh, the Australian Entomological Society meets in Canberra in December. Completely covered? Wow! And third, when Kevin or whoever.