I’ll get my private collection.” Chris already had wine poured when she came back downstairs with her photographs. She looked at Chris and teasing...y said, “Are you sure you are ready for these?” He laughed, “Probably not. But I thought you had other photographs.” He placed a hand on her thigh. “Let’s see them.” She took out a couple. They were of the first shoot with another model. Chris said in a confused voice, “You’ve shown me these. I didn’t think anything happened.” “Not much happened, but. .. are you okay... uh... with me going to dinner with him," Janice stuttered."Oh yes, I'm fine with it. I want you go out with him and have fun. In fact, I want you to bring him back here after dinner." Really! You want to meet him?" No, I didn't say that. I want you to tell him that I'm out of town."Janice looked at Tim like she didn't understand. Suddenly, her heart started to race. "What... what do you want me to do when I get home?" she asked, her voice almost shaking."Anything you want!". No one but Melissa and I know that we really think that way too. Melissa wishes she were a guy and I wish I were a girl. I know I have always felt that way, and Melissa says she did too. We have gotten to the point where when our parents would leave; we would go into each other's room and dress in each other's clothes.I LOVE girls clothes, the more feminine the better. To me, nothing feels better that putting on a mini-skirt and walking around in it, with freshly shaved legs and wearing. For a moment she considered staggering through the back door into the kitchen for something to eat, and then laughed mirthlessly. The alarm was set. She dug out her iPhone instead, and checked the weather app: 28 degrees, Fahrenheit. Leda couldn’t have scheduled this idiocy in June? Bitch!Noting the time, she uncapped the bottle again, guzzled half the contents, and burped explosively. She glanced anxiously around, wiped her runny nose and streaming eyes, fervently hoping her time-traveling.