Both are in their mid-fifties. Mark is a trucker just getting back into the business years after booze put him out of it (too many DUIs). He barely ...rinks anymore, but he’s what could be called “slow” in his thinking, maybe damage from the years of marinating his brain in alcohol. He’s also excessively macho, comically so. Amy, on the other hand, is extremely intelligent. She’s lived high in the financial community in the past, only to fall from there in a divorce from an abusive husband. . Soon, the town knew that the potion was taintedwith peyote and excessive estrogen and/or testosterone to make one man awoman and one woman a man, so on and so forth.The star quarterback at the local high school took one swig of the potionand he suddenly lost his cannon arm and quickness to become the headcheerleader for the athletic team. Meanwhile, one of the prettiest girlsin school became a muscular hunk after taking this potion. That persontried out for the track team and set many state. Well, it was the one I wear every one of our anniversaries, but how could that add any more to my guilt. It wasn't see thru, but it left nothing to the imagination. The silky fabric only had little strings holding it up over my shoulders and it only barely reached my thighs. I went out to the living room and waited for him to take it all in. "Would you be willing to stay the night," I finally asked."I don't have anything to change ...," John started."Never mind. We can set an alarm," and we. "So?" Honda, she watched him falling to his death."He paused as it sunk in. "You mean the whole – the actual fall-ing?" I nodded. "Oh hell." I thought she should stay home today, but she wanted to be here."He nodded. "I should go with her."I stopped him. "So that she can feel the guilt of hurting you in addition the guilt of watching a man die?" I don't care about that now!" He pushed past me, took two steps and stopped. "She's a wreck, isn't she?" Completely." Damn." He said softly. "I should.