After sunset Scotty dressed himself in drag with a dress, wig, high heels, stuffed bra and lots of red lipstick. I looked on aghast. Scotty had a sixth sense about figuring out who the uptight folks were. That was me. I guess he read the look on my face. He sauntered over, grabbed my head between his hands, leaned in and gave me a big fat floppy kiss right on my lips. I was even more aghast, and now covered with red lipstick. Then he walked away smiling, his mission to loosen me up a bit accomplished.