“You are, you big idiot?” she said.“Oh, crap! I hadn’t looked at or memorized anything yet,” I said.“Darleen, come here please?” my wife...said.“Yes, Audrey – what’s going on?”“My idiot savant husband has just become Johnny Hyde for the run of the show. Can you stay and help him run lines?”“Sure, Wow – this is going to be a gas, especially when I get to be Marilyn?” Darleen said.“Relax dear, he’ll be available, but no touching, except on stage.”“Oooh, I get to touch him on stage,” Darleen said. Yes, she thought, I will wait for the two of them to break up. I don't need to end anything prematurely, if it's meant to be, it will happen on it's own. She shoved the disquieting thought of making it happen no matter what to the back of her mind and closed her eyes, trying to catch some rest.By two o'clock the group was at the takeout point. A large van from the rental place came with a trailer for the canoes and brought them back to the rental station. The group of worn out teens piled into. Moreover, before I met my wife, I was so structured and conventional that I wouldn’t have believed the situation I was going to live.All began so many years ago, when my wife and I were 23 years old. My wife Susana is an incredible beautiful Caucasian tall woman, with curled long brown hair, pretty face and a great combination of soft female aesthetic with the gymnast’s physic. I was working in the same building than her, although in a different area.In that moment she was engaged with a black. "I am wondering why not?" I don't quite know how to put it to you. You said you prefer women,yes? So imagine your beautiful, loved girlfriend and then imagine thatshe goes away for a few months travelling and comes back as a hard,muscly, hairy man. Short haired, stocky, square. Would you still thinkshe was beautiful? Still fancy her?" He watched me shake my head."That's how I feel about a man who would want to become a woman. What awaste!"I could picture his description, and I laughed. .