When Martin sent me the text, I was surprised to say the least. "Be read by 11:00 a.m. tomorrow. Wear a simple dress, socks and tennis shoes. Make sure you've showered and shaved. You'll be gone for the weekend." He'd done this before, and I have to admit, it's hot as shit! I followed his directions, having no idea where we were going. At 10:55a.m. I was standing on my front porch wearing a cotton, short sleeved blue dres...