A tear rolled down her cheek, and her lower lip quivered. "That poor woman," she whispered, grabbing my hand firmly. "I can't imagine how I'd manage w...thout you." I think that's my line," I replied, equally gently. "Unless hangnails have the potential to become fatal, I think you're safe. I'm the writer. You're the cop." Yes, smart ass, I'm well aware," she smiled, weakly. "It's just... what she said. The thought of either of us going through this pain... I mean, I know it has to happen. I knew when we first met you were trying to be a boy , let me tell you , you did not fool me for one moment , jeans and a leather jacket , but a girls jeans and leather jacket and boots , not a shock to find girls knickers under the jeans , who were you trying to fool . .?? I took you to bed because i thought it could be different and interesting , it sure was , like doing it with a girl , even with me on top your little clitoris could not get hard enough to do anything , you confessed right. But I don’t trust her,” he said “Okay, so tell me, when would we go and how long for?” I asked, thinking on my feet. “In three weeks’ time and we’d be there for a month,” he replied. A month, I thought, that’s a long time. I knew my friends would forgive me for missing any social engagements, though with the notice, it’s not like I’d be letting them down last minute. This was an opportunity that I wasn’t sure would ever come up again. “Sure, okay, let’s do this,” I responded. Alex looked. We drove downtown to the market center where all such events are held. It was a beautiful spring day. Cool and dry and perfect. The closer we got to the venue, the harder my heart pounded. I was nervous about stripping down to nothing in front of strangers, but more concerned about being naked in front of our friends. I knew they would all be there since my hubby did not make a secret of it around them. No one could believe I would do it, but they all wanted to see for themselves. I.