I looked at the mirror. Taped to the mirror was a piece of paper. On it was a cell phone number in large enough numerals to read from this distance. I...copied it down and scrambled around in the dark for my phone. She picked up on the first ring. Before I could say hello she spoke. Her soft voice had a beautiful melodic sound to it. “Don’t say anything” she said. A silence of several seconds followed as we listened to each other’s heavy breathing. Then she spoke: That delivery truck that comes. ”“Great!” I said effusively.“Actually, I wondered if you’d consent to model for me again.”“Not such a good idea, Pumpkin,” I said with as much care and concern in my voice as I could put there.“You’re so silly,” she giggled. “You think things might get carried away again, don’t you.” There was no question mark at the end of her comment. She was accusing me of being a dirty old man again.“Well, the whole point to paying attention to history is so you don’t make the same mistakes again,” I. Yori came back in and went back to my office. I needed to report this to the home office, so I went to my office and observed Yori checking the gun over and inserting a magazine into the gun's grip. He cycled the slide of the semi-automatic pistol, and then seated it in his shoulder holster. He checked the box the weapon came in and put it into the wastebasket.I booted my PC and pulled up the e-mail program. I didn't even look at the new e-mails until I had written the full report of what had. He saw something completely different. I couldnt blame him nor could I understand quite how he was feeling. Im sure part of him thought it was a joke, I wouldve had our roles been swapped. My first reaction wouldve been to laugh had my best friend stood before me in his sisters clothes, wearing a wig which had been used as part of a cross-dressing day at school for charity. He didnt, perhaps I shouldve given him more credit. What are you doing? It was a reasonable question given the situation,.