I’m sorry about your cousin,” I lied.He just shrugged and said, “I’m just sorry that I lost that bet to him.”“What bet?”“Remember the ...arty at his house?”“Yeah,” I responded, wondering where this was going.“You and your wife brought a bottle of wine and we were all laughing behind your back.”“Why was that?” I asked, a little surprised.“Because we all brought him an envelope stuffed with C-notes and you brought a stinking bottle of wine.”I remembered feeling superior at the party because I was. If it was, she guessed it was a good reaction, and swam after him, chasing him around the bay, as he tried to swim away from her. Simon kept on swimming, and occasionally would turn sharply and swim close to Kelly, as if to get behind her. Occasionally, as he swam past, she reached out and grazed her hand against his body, as he sometimes did to her as he passed. Simon would swim out, then radically change direction, swim very close to her and then he would reach out and ever so accidentally. A little step in the right direction. Afterall it was silly to thinkthis could be solved in a few minutes while sorting stockings.Both sissies ended up making peace with the fact that this would remainawkward for quite sometime yet there was also relief as they carried onworking in silence. After the stockings were sorted all missing sizes ofclothes were replenished and even a new outfit got a place in the store.With that everything that had been delivered was put into its rightplace.The work. She was more sexual. I looked over at them, they were clearly getting along. I started feeling a sense of nervous anticipation. I felt like a k** who had just lit the fuse of a firecracker and was watching the fuse burn down, knowing there was no way of stopping the coming explosion. Was I having second thoughts? I quickly brushed aside the feeling. I was having fun with this I told myself, and although I didn't acknowledge the thought, I knew that I could stop this anytime I wanted..