Frequently they would embarrass John by asking his opinion on a particular Basque or sexy French knickers, but always ended their question with, "well...would you like to wear those, Wimp?"Finally entering the store they chose a matronly sales woman and Wayne and Jean took her to one side and spoke to her. John knew that he was the subject of their discussion as the sales woman kept glancing in his direction. It was not this so much as her expressions that humiliated him so. Soon Jean returned. Our errand didn't take long, but while we were out we began to talk. At first it wasn't anything earth shattering, but when we were on our way home the conversation started to take a turn. It started with her talking about how she hoped this weekend was good for her parents as she didn't think they were having sex anymore. That led to her talking about one friend who was very sexually active and then her commenting about wanting a serious boyfriend like her friend had. The conversation stopped. I shrugged it off and thought it was just comfortable and thought it was quite normal. She put her hand on my leg and I moved it awkwardly as she looked up annoyed and I chuckled nervously. Again 10 minutes later she started putting her hand up my shirt, feeling my stomach, and yet again I moved her hands and shifted on the couch. She got up and went to the bathroom and she started calling out for me; I got up and went down the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door, "What's up?" I stood. " She doesn't have to," Cate reminded him. "Everyone there can see you holding court with a bunch of women who are paying no attention to the concert as they gather around you. It's obvious to the blind that something is going on, and the curiosity over what it might be is part of the whole mystique Winona's been capitalizing on." Hey, don't dump on her for this. She's doing this for me. This is exactly what we wanted her to do." It isn't like she's not getting plenty out of it for herself,".