"I pulled my hair back and asked Liza to unzip me."No."I turned to face Liza."I want to see you in it a little longer. Let me get you someaccessories.... That's not necessary." Well you are not going to get out of that without my help unless youwant to rip a two hundred dollar dress and pay for it."Before I could say anything more the woman customer gave me a blazer totry on."Here. Try this on. It will look great and you might want to cover yourarms up. It's still a little chilly outside."Was she. My FULL HEAD OF HAIR even in my late 50s was GRIPPABLE and ONE could PLAY with it. I always tried to wear my HAIR like the GRANDPAS in my "sexy vintage old man" photos. Neatly OILED AND COMBED. I was SWEATY TOO by this time, merely by account of my GRANDPA. He undressed me quietly and looked into my eyes once in a while. He was trying to TEASE ME but not making the move to KISS me. I bent forward a bit and ran my TONGUE over his sideburns lapping up all the CARNAL OOZE GLISTENING THERE. I. "You know, my daughter doesn't want these clothes anymore. They're just going to be sitting in storage collecting dust. Seems like a waste of some nice stuff. Why don't you go through them and see if there's anything you'd like to keep?" I looked up at him waiting for him to chuckle or hint that he was just messing with me, but his face was totally sincere. He was really offering me boxes of hand-me-down girls' clothes as if he believed this was something I needed in my life. I was stunned. My. .. it did sound sort of familiar. I'm pretty sure I may have heard it somewhere before." Uncle Keith, it's the Navy Song, you know, the one they play in the Navy." I said all excited."I thought I'd heard it before," he laughed, winking at Aunt Jeannie."You know, Uncle Keith, when I get older I'm going to join the Navy just like you did." I said with all the determination a twelve-year-old boy could muster."Josh, you shouldn't think about that right now. Just enjoy your life, go fishing a lot,.