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Author's Note: Hi... Brina here, bringing you part two of my love letter to 'Top Gear,' hot rods, Hot Wheels, and tractor trailers, ha, no just lying. I was never a car person, well I was a van person once, but I don't want to talk about that, ha... Surprisingly this chapter has quite a bit of (early) sex in it, so cover your eyes if you are not ready for it... thank you and I hope YOU like it...

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Three days later I parked my blue Toyota in a spot next to a side door. I was going to see Max, the new apartment. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, I felt underdressed, I felt silly being a male sometimes, especially now after he saw me dressed up and looking so buxom.

"And this will be all yours." Max was giving me the tour. He handed me a key. It was a large sprawling house in Malibu, right near the dunes, the ocean. It was two floors, most of the second floor was just elevated above the sand, my new space would be mostly on the second, with a washer and dryer and storage on the first floor with a garage. It had a large living room, large kitchen, and two bedrooms, it was plenty of living space. More than enough for us, or just me.

"And this can be, um, Sabrina's room." I knew he was uncomfortable with my two genders, I could tell Max wanted me to be just a 'female' in the house and so did Lula and Beth. Lula was a little angry at me when I said I would have to ease into it. She figured it was a new part of LA, a new space and I should be ready for a new life, especially if she wasn't going to be around. She told me I could take pictures all day, online shop, prance in my heels and play with myself. I couldn't tell if she was being mean or if she really knew what I did with my time.

"Sorry, my sister decorated." He pointed to the curtains and the rug, everything was a nice red wine color.

"No, I love it."

The bedroom itself was quite large and feminine already. I thought his sister had great taste, she was good with color. It was definitely a woman's room. It had a nice queen size bed and two huge windows looking toward the yard, the bushes, the fence. It even had a sliding glass door leading to a little garden, by a flight of wooden stairs. The closet was three times the size of my old one, I would have fun setting it up, and also Beth's in her own bedroom. I would make myself busy, I would hopefully love getting dressed up here by myself and looking through the two big mirrors. Wandering around the house cleaning, cooking, making cocktails, and feeling beautiful.

*

Two weeks later I was completely moved in. Lula and I said goodbye to the house, we then said goodbye to her and Beth. Max and I took them to the airport, we would be without the two women for the next four months at least, a lifetime. We were going to miss them.

"Make sure you explore your female side while living at the Baur house. You may never get another chance." Lula laughed and I reluctantly agreed. I could tell she was teasing me, she knew I would love it, but there was no way I would commit to it twenty-four-seven.

All of her things I packed up and they were sitting in Max's garage and some of her clothes were in the other empty bedroom. I had the sister's old room almost completely set up, there were only my female clothes, my makeup, and my vanity. My male things were under the bed in a cardboard box. It would take me a while to get comfortable, even getting comfortable living with a man, but I had to do it. The first thing I did was call up Megan, I wanted her to paint my toenails, and get me ready for the new house. Maybe give me some ideas for my hair, a fall, or more extensions. I wanted to have drinks.

"Oh, I can't, I'm sorry. I'm a little busy."

"Okay, call me when you are unbusy." I giggled. I said goodbye.

I would have to do this on my own, I had to start becoming the genuine me sooner or later. Unfortunately, it would be a little bit later.

*

After two more weeks, I started to get into a wonderful groove. I was loving living in this house. I loved the neighborhood, the smell of the ocean, the waves from the people, and the surf.

I was working from home a couple of days during the week and I would wear one of my dresses, my makeup, and my highest heels, it was wonderful. I had extra money from the sale of the house so I ordered so many things online, so many pairs of hose, different lipstick colors, and mascara brands, I was getting obsessed, but in a good way. I was dressing so much. I was sleeping every night in a nightgown and waking up female, it was amazing, a dream come true.

There was so much space outside to walk around out in the yard. The first time I had on the loveliest yellow dress, I strut around the garden, feeling the wind surround me, I wasn't used to being outside.

I loved taking pictures and videos in my new outfits. I would set up my camera and pose, it was private, there was no one behind us or to the left near my room. I loved looking this great in my short skirts, corsets, and high heels, dressing was now doing something crazy to my sex drive. I must have had three to four orgasms a day, must be a record, ha, I had never been so excited before.

In the last house, I had to stay inside my room, I would lock the door, close the curtains. Here I had the run of the place and the yard, sometimes I even took pictures on the stairs in the front, smiling at the people walking their dogs and baby carriages. I was getting used to strutting all over the property and soon all over the quiet block. I would always catch Max taking glimpses of me when he was home from work, a huge smile on his face. He would always wave, I knew he liked to watch me.

"Sabrina you look great."

He was constantly giving me compliments.

"Your legs look amazing."

He was even buying me flowers. Soon I was getting deliveries two times a week, he wanted me to feel more feminine in the house, he wanted my dresses to match them. I would answer the door in some of my sexier outfits. When I told him he would laugh. "You are going to give those poor delivery men a heart attack, ha." It was sweet, I could tell he was missing Beth and I seemed to be taking his mind off of her.

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We always made a group call to talk to the women, it was nice, the four of us, every week. It was great that Lula and Beth were together, enjoying Argentina. Lula told us about her family, and Beth told us about how sick she was from the food, and the heat. I noticed they very rarely talked to me, I was dressed as a male, but I didn't care, I let Max handle all the details and questions. They gave us some insight into their work in Argentina, and I just listened, it was fine.

In the beginning, I sent Lula pictures, I texted her, she said she was quite busy so I always kept it brief. I knew Max called and heard from Beth more, he must have felt something was missing besides her body. I wondered if he would like it if I was wearing a dress and greeted him at the door when he came home from work. Handing him drinks and taking off his sports coat. I know I would.

And then I decided I would do just that. If he didn't like it I hoped he would tell me, and I would go back to my room with the two huge mirrors. I could stay on my side of the house.

A month into my stay and I was now ready to be only female in the house. I took seven weeks off from work and I took my male clothes to the garage, even putting them under Lula's boxes. I didn't want them to be easily accessible.

It just sort of happened, I woke up one morning and I just got dressed, called Megan, and got on with life. I wanted her to give me a makeover, and go crazy, but she couldn't, she talked me through it over the phone.

Now Max only saw me as a female and I could tell he liked it so much better, I was suddenly the source of feminine energy in the house, I was assimilating quite nicely. I even felt like I was taking Beth's place, I could tell he wanted to spend time with me, but I didn't want him or the women, to think I was leading him on, or flirting. The crazy thing was I wasn't used to all this male attention. It made me way too confident and excited, and that worried me a bit. I didn't want Lula to think I was doing it on purpose.

And then things changed, he called. "Hi Sabrina, I was wondering do you like the flowers?"

"Oh, I do thank you so much. I think it's nice, and they make the house smell so good."

"Great, um, I'm making drinks, grapefruit margarita's would you, um, like one?"

It was the first time he invited me to do something with him. I was going through my usual routine, I was online, I was on YouTube, a couple of porn sites, I was dressed sexy as hell. I loved that I could dress and watch other CDs and couples during the day, I didn't have to wait until Lula was sleeping, or in bed ignoring me, I could basically do whatever I wanted. I could play in my panties whenever the mood hit, the mood was hitting me hard right now.

"Oh, yes, I would love that." He was making me happy, on a Thursday night, with some light conversation, wearing a dress, and flirting. I would then be having a strong drink, and then watch some soft porn, what more could a girl want. I was watching one of my favorites, a beautiful CD, with great legs, great forms, she was always stunning, I was quite proud and jealous of her.

Knock, knock. He was quick, I paused the YouTube video and went to the door. I was dressed very sexy for a weeknight, I decided I wouldn't even be embarrassed showing Max. I was just a woman in her room trying on her outfits, just a regular night of coordination. I closed my eyes and forgot I was even crossdressing.

The door opened, "Here you go, um, wow, you look incredible." His gaze went from my eyes, then way down to my six-inch white pumps, up my nude nylon legs and then he took in my dress. Soft and white, off the shoulder and full of layers. My breasts looked great and my hips looked wide, I was inspired by the girls I was watching online. My hair was parted on the side showing off long oval earrings, and my make-up was perfect. Long false lashes, perfect dark pink lips, matching long nails.

"Thank you, sir," I smiled, I fluttered my lashes, I took the drink. He watched my femme fingers hold the stem. I felt my voice and movements were overly feminine again, good thing Lula wasn't here judging me, making me feel self-conscious.

"Can I come in and see how you fixed up your room?"

I smiled, "Sure," My eyes got wide, I was waiting for this moment, I was waiting to show off my decorating skills. We took sips of our pink drinks and I giggled as I showed him around.

Max very rarely came into my space, he left me alone most of the time. Sometimes he would call from the stairs, the phone, or from the intercoms, but otherwise, he respected my privacy. Sometimes he went away overnight for work, but he still called me, told me he wasn't coming home, kept me in the loop. I appreciated that he treated me like a friend, like a 'woman,' like a neighbor, and I loved it. He never made mention of the male that used to float around the house, taking out the garbage or driving to work. He used all the correct pronouns.

Looking at the new rose comforter, the new vanity, the new pictures on the walls, and the overhauled closet. He seemed pretty amazed. He ran his fingers over my new furniture, my new shelves, my new silk gown that was hanging on my closet door. He smiled and turned to look at me, slightly embarrassed.

He walked closer to my new makeup table. "I love this vanity, the lights on the mirror, it's very nice, it's very feminine, it looks perfect for you." He then went closer to my desk, my computer, and my stereo system. I always had music on. "You know I heard a voice that sounded so familiar." He looked at the paused video. "Oh, I love her she is so beautiful this one, I have been watching her videos for years."

I looked at him when he turned to me. "Really?"

"Yeah, I love gurls like this, ones in dresses and heels, stockings, you know just being femme, ha, just like you."

I felt myself blush, I took another sip of my drink. I was amazed he watched videos of crossdressers, girls like me. I was interested, I was even liking him more.

"Um, Sabrina, can I tell you something?"

"Okay." I pushed my hair behind my ear as I sat at my desk, my back to the screen and he sat on the bed facing me. I felt a little stirring in my panties, there was a man in my room and on my bed.

I could tell he was thinking, he gulped his drink. "I really shouldn't be telling you this, but now that we are housemates, now that we are bonding, ha." He smiled and did a slight chuckle, I was getting nervous but intrigued. "Remember the day Beth and I came to meet you?"

"Mmm."

"...and the women went to your room to check out the closet. Well, they were also looking through your computer."

"Really? Why?"

"Well, we know they are both nosy. I'm sure they started looking at your closet. They must of went through your browser history. Who knows what they were up to. They took pictures, the two of them. When I got back to the house with Beth she told me that you and I had the same tastes in, um, videos. We watched the same people on YouTube, you know online. She thought it was funny that we BOTH like those types of girls. She showed them to me and I had seen them all, I was quite glad about that. We had this in common." He smiled, he shook his head, I could tell he really did like that tidbit of information. I was now quite interested myself that he liked T-girls, crossdressers, who would have thought.

"Well, Lula always makes fun of what I watch, I love makeup tutorials, heels, and pantyhose reviews, ha, she thinks I am so girlie, I'm glad she hasn't seen everything." I smiled and we laughed, we had more of our pink drink.

He looked over my shoulder, "I love this one, Hidy Foxe." And he drew his gaze onto my screen. He sat next to me on the small, flowered bench in front of the computer screen, I spun around, crossed my nylon legs, and moved closer to him. Our legs were touching, him in his shorts and me in my light white summer dress. I could see us in the reflection of my screen, just another man and woman watching something together. It made me smile.

We had two more margaritas and we watched her videos all night. I even showed him others that I liked, and he said he saw all of them already. We did have the same taste. I smiled at him, this was an interesting development. I couldn't believe that this was something that could be shared.

"I better go, I'll let you get to sleep."

"Wait," I held his arm, I felt myself blushing again, I was holding a man. "Before you do, can I show you my favorite clip?" I don't know why I asked this, I don't know why I was going to expose my fantasy and sexuality to him. It was crazy that we loved the same things, I started to feel closer to him, I wanted to call someone and tell them. Tell them I wasn't the only one, I wasn't alone. I wasn't a weird pervert.

I found the video of a tall handsome man and a beautiful crossdresser just relaxing on a couch. I had seen this clip so many times, it was on a porn site but I didn't really consider it porn. It was romantic, it was very sexy, it did something to me. We watched as they touched each other, talked, they started completely dressed and they slowly kissed. The man rubbed her nylon legs as she dangled her heel.

I was mesmerized, like usual, I loved the romance of it, I loved that the man was probably in love with the CD. She was enjoying herself, she was touching his chest with her long nails, talking to him in her feminine lilt, I was getting a little too excited. I was miles away.

"I have seen this before, it's one of my favorites too."

I turned to look at him, I glanced down at his legs, his crotch, he was hard. I quickly looked back up into his eyes, but I knew he caught me. I stammered, "I, I, um, think she is lovely, I love her dress and especially her nails. I bet she loves him."

We went back to the screen. "I love when she sits in his lap, he rubs her legs, we see her panties, ha. I'm sorry I'm getting too much into it." He laughed, I could tell he was enjoying himself.

"No, it's nice. I like we can share things like this. It's fun watching together." And I did feel nice, I felt something inside me, something warm. A month in the house and I could finally relax.

He then looked at my shoulders, then breasts, and he rubbed my arm. The video and Max were making me excited, the alcohol was swirling through my system. I looked back down at his manhood, hard and inching down his thigh, inviting me.

"Max?"

"Mmm."

"Do you rub yourself when you watch these videos?" I was serious, I wanted to know. I was so tucked into my panties and had my legs crossed, I knew if I shifted just a little I would be loose and then easily cum, I could feel it building.

"Um, yeah, heh, I usually do. I would never tell Beth though, she would probably be mad at me."

"Would it be weird if I rubbed you? My fingers look like a girl's." And I showed him.

He smiled, as I wiggled my fingers in front of him. He moved slightly around facing me, I pulled up my dress exposing more of my thighs, I reached and grabbed his hard cock through his pants. I rubbed, I was getting more excited. I couldn't believe I asked him if I could do this, I could not believe I was so wanton. He then unzipped, stood up, and pulled his pants down and his cock appeared over his briefs. I was looking at my first hard male cock in real life. I couldn't stop staring, I watched him sit, I watched my hand go over to him. He was on my right and my left hand started to rub his cock, my right hand was holding on against his hip. He was still watching the video, the man was now fingering the CD, she was moaning, she was loving it. I felt my soft dress on my body, my heels hitting the leg of the bench, I was hyper-aware of everything. Max put his face close to mine, his cheek in my hair. I felt him run his nose through it, taking in my scent, my perfume. His hand went on my leg, he rubbed the nylon, he moved up to my thigh, he was so close to my panties. I wanted him to play with me, and rub my soft mound, I knew I felt like a female. I rubbed his cock harder, he was focused on me not the video and it was turning me on immensely.

"Ah, that feels so good, Sabrina, I miss the feel of a woman." I looked into his eyes when he said that and I started to cum, I made a little yelp, he kissed my lips and I felt my body move. He then kissed my ear, my cheek as I watched him, felt his cock. I was having an unbelievable orgasm, my eyes were half closed. I started to rub him a little faster, my pink nails looked so sexy playing with his dick, his hard hot cock. He started to moan and then he started to cum. I gripped my hand around him, he was so big, he was so freaking hard. I love the way my nails contrasted against his skin. This was a man I was holding, I could never tell Lula about this, I could never explain to her how excited I was getting from touching him. Just touching him.

"Oh my god, Sabrina...." He was saying my name again and it was making me excited. He shot his cum as I pumped his manhood. He came all over the desk, the rug underneath, he shot some on my dress and some on his pant leg. he came so much, my hand was even wet.

I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked my fingers, licking the hot cum off of myself. I didn't even realize I was doing it, it was so automatic, it's what I always wanted to do. I had seen so many girls do the same thing. I felt him rub my arm, my shoulder, he was running his face in my hair again. He was kissing my cheeks, my ear, my neck, he was hitting every erogenous zone that existed. I then got so tired, something had happened, something had changed inside of me for the better. It was emotional of course, but it was also something physical. I felt a click, I felt I could see the future, reimagine the past.

He whispered in my ear. "Thank you, your hands are magic. You are very good at that."

I had my eyes closed, my head leaning on his shoulder. "That was my first time." We listened to the CD and the man in the video have their delayed orgasms, I let Max run his fingers through my hair. All four of us would sleep peacefully tonight.

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There was music playing.

I had my eyes closed, I was sitting on the bed. If I imagined hard enough I could feel like I was in my old bedroom in the old house closer to downtown LA. It had the same scent of candles, same softness underneath me, the same exact vibe. If I opened my eyes there would be the same colors on the walls, the floor, it wasn't that hard to imagine. I liked what I liked. I stared at the new 'woman' in the mirror, she was nervous again, she was a little concerned, I was making her leave the house, I was making her go shopping.

"Don't worry I will be with you." I smiled at the reflection, the blonde with the great lips looked so nervous.

I was wearing one of my new dresses. Blue, beige, and cyan, it came down past my knees, of course it was full of flowers. I had on beige pantyhose and matching blue sandals, a nice thick strap around my ankle. I had long plastic nails and glossy toes, both in beige. I was ready to see the world. My makeup was light, I had on neutral lips, and they looked so nice. I had long lashes and a little bit of eye color. I looked like one of the housewives in the area. I just needed to get motivated and leave.

Max was right, I should take advantage of this, I should go see Malibu, go shopping. Work surprisingly seemed unconcerned about the transition and Max was supportive, he said he would love to live with a woman again. It's funny but I thought the day after I touched his penis, things would be weird between us, but they weren't. We started talking more, we started eating dinner together, having drinks, even meeting the neighbors. Watching videos and porn has turned into a community affair, I loved it, I always made him cum. He was always surprised I had my own orgasm. He always volunteered to help. He told me he wanted to watch me get dressed or even put on my makeup. Once we got more comfortable together we would make some more plans.

The next time we talked to the two women in Argentina together, I was in a dress but I didn't tell them it was full-time. They couldn't believe they were looking at me with my own long hair, my new clothes, my feminine personality. Beth would make fun of my outfits, my hand gestures, she would say I should check my makeup, the hair on my arms, and lose some weight. I felt like she was a little jealous, watching while I was sitting close to her boyfriend, he was constantly touching my hand, he was being so nice. I didn't want to tell her my makeup was perfect I checked before we got on the call, and my arms have been hairless for over two years, oh and I was at my perfect weight. I wore a dress one size smaller than her, let her be jealous.

There was a knock on my door.

"Come in."

Max appeared, he was wearing cargo shorts and a T-shirt, I knew he was busy fixing something in his kitchen, I tried not to bother him. I liked that he was a little sweaty. I wanted to touch him, lick him.

"I was wondering do you want my credit card?" And he handed it to me. "I have accounts in most of the stores already, but you can use this if you want to. For food, liquor, whatever you think we need."

I looked at it, Maximilian T. Bauer. Max was German, of course, that explains why he was so interested in my Oktoberfest outfit. He kept asking me if I would put it on again. I told him 'One day.'

"Thank you." I smiled, I couldn't get off the bed.

"Would you like to take the Cascada?" The Cascada was Beth's car, it was chrome and tinted a very light violet, I loved it, I loved to run my fingers over its hood. It was hidden in the garage. I always imagined I would feel a little like her when the wind blew my hair, when I looked in the rearview mirror, when Max called me over the speaker phone.

"Really?"

"Of course. Consider it yours."

"It's so beautiful and I bet it rides incredible." I smiled up at him and he took my hand and kissed it.

"And you will look so good inside it."

*

I was in the car, I had a list in my bag, I was dressed for a day of shopping. Max kissed me on the cheek, I felt like his wife, his girlfriend, I was doing this for him. I was doing what Beth did every week. He opened the garage door, he would be worried about me. He waved as I drove through. I saw him watch the car in my rearview mirror, I love that he was watching out for me. I wasn't used to that at all.

I had three stops; the liquor store, the dry cleaners, and then the Farmers Market. It wasn't my first trip out as a girl, but it was my first trip out by myself. I used to have Megan, but I haven't seen her in so long, she seemed to be avoiding me, I was thinking she probably met someone. I felt I should do this by myself anyway. I was going to have to start work in another month and a half and they expected me to be somewhat feminine. Max was on the call with me to the office and he explained to them that I would be presenting as a female. HR looked at me over the computer camera, asked a couple of questions, then sent me a form to fill out. That was it, it was pretty easy. I never would have done it without him, he didn't even ask me, he knew it was time.

The liquor store went quick. A case of wine, a couple of bottles for mixers, and a couple of liqueurs. One of the men from the shop even helped me bring them to the car.

"Here you go, Miss." I gave him a big tip, a big smile. He called me Miss.

"Thank you, anything else just call and I'll deliver it."

"Okay." He was flirting, I think, I waved goodbye, one place down. The dry cleaner was even easier. I gave them tickets and they gave me Max's clothes, I gave them more. The dark-haired woman behind the counter didn't even look at me.

Once again I was looking at the worried blonde in the mirror. "In and out, that's all, no lingering, I promise."

This was the place I was dreading. I was in the parking lot of the Farmers Market, it was crowded, it was so huge. There were other stores on either side of it. Max told me it was Beth's favorite, her favorite Saturday place, I felt I didn't even have to come here again, it would just be an experiment. I liked smaller places with families behind the counters with people who knew what they cooked and what to serve with it. These huge superstores made me nervous.

I took a cart and walked through the store, concentrating on my list and not the sound of my little heels. Whenever I looked up I felt someone was looking at me, studying. A man here, an older woman there, a couple looking for the best Asian sauces like me.

"I love the colors of your dress." The woman holding Thai peanut sauce told me.

"Thank you, I love yours too."

She smiled, she winked and went to the frozen food aisle. I clicked more in my heels, I said hello to more people, I was starting to get comfortable. I wanted to do this all the time, I wanted to go out more. I wanted to enjoy my day out in a long dress and long nails. Just a regular customer, I wanted to do this for Max, I wanted to be useful.

"Cash or credit?"

I was at the checkout, it was crowded, I waited about twelve, fifteen minutes to make it to the cashier. I had all the items transferred from the cart to the little conveyer belt. I was holding my purse.

"Here you go." I gave her Max's card.

She looked at it, at me. "Can I see some ID?"

"Ooh, I'm sorry I don't have any on me."

She gave me a weird smile, "You don't have a driver's license?" She pressed a button, she didn't wait for an answer. The 'cashier closed' light went on above her, there was a low audible 'Aww' behind me. I was playing with my hair, I started to get nervous.

"Is there a problem?"

I looked up, a large man in a vest was holding Max's card, he was looking at me. He looked annoyed we interrupted his Saturday afternoon.

"This woman here has no ID, she has a credit card with one of our members' names on it." The cashier had her arms folded, she was waiting for a bit of drama.

The man started getting angry at me, he called me names, I was getting embarrassed. I apologized to the people behind me on the line.

"I will go somewhere else then, I'm sorry to bother you." I was trying to be nice, my voice was erratic and shakey. I could tell they knew I was transgender.

"I have to call the cops, take a seat." And he pointed to a chair against the window, I would be on display, on display in front of the whole store. He was being a jerk. Why didn't he ask me about the name on the card? I left. I walked out the door, let the cops chase me, I know how to run in heels. The last hour was a bust, my items were still on the conveyer belt. I was going to get sick, this was the reason I stayed in my room, in front of my mirror or my nice organized closet.

"Miss?"

I heard someone call, I jogged to the violet Buick, I didn't turn around.

*

I was crying I was two blocks away, a corner, under a tree. I was watching a man teach his children how to ride bicycles. Every once in a while the little girl would look my way, look at the violet car. Her smile made me feel so much better. I was forgetting about the fools at the Market, Beth's favorite, she could keep it. My phone buzzed.

"Sabrina?"

"Mmm."

"Are you okay?" It was Max, I didn't want to tell him what happened, it was probably partly my fault anyway. I realized I forgot to take back his card. "I'm at the Farmer's Market, where are you?"

"I'm, um, I'm going to go back to the house."

"I will come get you, there has been a misunderstanding." He sounded so concerned I started to cry again as I told him the cross streets.

*

We were in his Jeep, we were in the lot, he wanted to take me inside. He smiled, he waited, he was very patient with me. It took a long time for me to get out of the passenger seat, to make my way into this store, it was the last place I wanted to be. We saw the annoyed man in the vest, he was in an office slightly above the cashiers. Max took my hand, we interlocked fingers, we made our way through the crowded market.

Max looked at the man, he waited, he watched him walk towards us. The man in the vest looked a little nervous. "Here you go, for next time." He held out his hand, he was holding an envelope. I wouldn't touch it, I wouldn't even look at him.

"What else?" Max spoke, I could tell he didn't like this man.

"Oh, ahh, I'm sorry."

Max tightened his grip on my hand, he walked over to the cashiers, and the man followed us. "What was that?"

"I, ahh, I'm really sorry. I just thought..."

"There was no reason for that. My girlfriend came here to shop." I looked at Max when he said 'my girlfriend' I wasn't expecting that, I forgot about the big man next to us. "And you had to be nasty, keep your card, remove my name off your membership list. We are not coming back. There are plenty of places in Malibu to shop."

I watched Max, he wasn't being loud or angry, he was telling the man and the customers watching us. Max then reached for the man's shirt, he touched his collar and the man flinched.

"Now say you are sorry one more time, I want you to look in her eyes, she is a gentle, wonderful person and you treated her terribly. If you can't be an adult, then you should just get another job." Max still had his hand on the man's shirt, his other one was still holding mine.

"I'm sorry miss, I have been having a crazy day, I'm sorry I took it out on you."

I smiled, it was quite a hard thing to do, for both of us. As we left the cashier gave us three shopping bags, it was all the things from my cart. I'm sure some of it had been out in the warmth of the store for too long, but it made me happy. She then gave me flowers. "I'm sorry too, please come back." And we left, we carried our things to the Jeep. I sat in the front seat and I cried into the flowers, Max had his arm around me, he was quiet, I let it all out. I felt so much better.

*

End of Part 2 of 6