Who's wearing the trousers?
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Another male nurse appeared at the reception desk. "Anita Shepherd?” The nurse called to the people in the waiting area, in a rather effeminate voice. Trevor heard some footsteps coming from a small alcove at the side of the waiting area, that was somewhat obscured from the main reception desk. As he felt the presence of a couple of people walking past him, he glanced up, to see a man leading, what looked like a nine year old girl, to the reception desk. Trevor could not believe his eyes, the girl actually had a rather large saucepan stuck on her head, with the handle sticking out to one side. The saucepan was large enough to literally cover the whole of her head, to the degree that she could not see where she was going, and was therefore being led by the hand of her father. Trevor had heard stories about kids getting saucepans stuck on their heads, but always assumed that it was boys that this happened to, not girls. The father quietly spoke to the male nurse, then the nurse led him past the reception desk, towards one of the consulting rooms. The father continued talking to the nurse as he walked along, holding his daughter by one hand. Momentarily, he forgot about his daughter's predicament and guided her close by a concrete pillar, which the unfortunate girl walked straight into. Trevor cringed as there was a large `clung' as the saucepan collided with the pillar. The girl rocked on her feet with the shock of the collision and her father was instantly apologetic to her. All three then disappeared around the corner from Trevor's view. Trevor then picked-up on the conversation between a couple in their 40's, sitting a few rows back from him. He remembered them from when he first came in. He nonchalantly glanced around the waiting area and looked at them. They were sitting together, and it looked as if the guy had done something to his right arm, as his jacket was zipped up and his arm was not in the sleeve. His arm seemed to be inside his jacket, hanging down towards the front of his stomach as if he had injured his arm, and as a consequence, could not put his arm down the sleeve of the jacket. But Trevor also noticed that he couldn't see the guy's right hand hanging out of the bottom of the jacket. Trevor turned back and listened to their quiet conversation. "I just don't believe you at times,” the lady sternly but quietly remarked to the guy, “what did you think you were playing at?” "I was only trying to help Becky fix her plane,” the guy replied, in a very timid, quietly spoken voice. Trevor immediately came to the conclusion that the lady wore the trousers in that particular household. He continued to listen. "Why couldn't you wait for me to do it tomorrow?” She asked. "Well, Becky wouldn't go to bed until it was fixed. You know what six year old girls are like.” "But didn't you realise how careful you need to be with superglue?” She asked with annoyance in her voice. "Well I didn't know, I just looked in the garage for something that said 'glue' on it. When I squeezed the tube, it came out all over the place,” he replied. She continued, “okay, but what you always do with superglue is make sure you wipe it from your hands before you do anything else, least of all go to the toilet. I'm the complete laughing stock with the girls down the pub, after the landlady took the telephone call then called out my name and shouted across the whole of the pub that I needed to go home to deal with an emergency; my husband had superglued his hand to his willy.” Ah, thought Trevor to himself, hence the arm inside the jacket, so his hand must be inside his trousers. He couldn't help smiling to himself and thought that the guy must be a complete idiot.
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About the Book
Trevor is a present day, happy go lucky guy in his thirties, who lives with his relatively quiet girlfriend, Jane. Following a knock on the head, things around him seem somewhat strange. Unperturbed, he carries on his normal life, until he realises that his recent bang on the head has placed him in a different dimension, one where women are the dominant sex. Although concerned about the situation, he continues to live the way that he has been used to, often with comical results.
About the Author
Richard Sparkes is an average guy, leading a fairly ordinary life, although he can be quick witted and through telling jokes and seeing the funnier side of life, likes to see others laugh and smile. A number of years ago he started to write on a part-time basis, using an old laptop on his way home from work on the train, getting engrossed in writing a story while also trying to remember to get off the train at his station! Finally he finished the story, the result being his first novel `Who's wearing the trousers'.