“Do your balls ever hurt you?” she asked, dreading his answer, but finally getting to the real reason she was asking him all these questions.“Ye...h! One time they hurt so bad, I…,“ Timmy was going tell her about the time he was playing baseball and the ball hit him square in the nuts, and the other time, when he was playing on his skateboard and hurt his balls, but she interrupted him immediately. “I’m so sorry!” Tiffany blurted out, still whispering. She had done it again! Would she have to. If he wants a story to tell to his friends, I bet I can give him a better one than your mom’s pert pussy.”“What are you going to do?”“Watch this…” she once again let the skirt fall to the ground and stepped out of it. She cracked the door open and scoped out what she could see of the rest of the store. “Looks like we’re all alone in here.” At that, she opened the door and walked out into the dressing room hallway in nothing but a tee-shirt and her panties.Brie couldn’t believe it, but didn’t. He helped me off my stool. I straightened my skirt and slipped my left hand into the hook of his arm.He walked me to my car, "I am parked over there, I will follow you." he told me as he pointed to a red BMW parked under a lamp light."Sure, see you back at my place." I instructed.He stood holding my door open for me. I felt him watching me swivel my legs into my foot-well. I reached for the door handle and smiled at him as he helped close it and walked off to his car. I took my time buckling my. .. how to put this delicately? find somebody to enjoy yourself with, but you were concerned that you don’t have the right look and personality to attract men. I merely offered my advice to help you if you wanted an objective opinion.”“Oh,” she said, pushing her plate away from her with one finger.Actually, what he’d promised was to help her learn to fake it, but Brandon was strangely reluctant to hurt her feelings by telling her that. She was female, after all, and would immediately conclude.