While the truth was more likely that people like the Gord andhis cohorts could turn straight women into lesbians.On his way to the bar, Dillon eyes up...Gord's friends and figured thatthe one with no neck was not the brightest out of the group. Dillon'sassertion to himself was true, Hoghead would never be mistaken for aRhodes Scholar. Dillon was next to the man he knew would be untactful.Dillon inquired about what was so funny to Hoghead. The Gord hated thathe recognized that voice questioning. As they left the building Harvey asked, "Now what?" Want to wake up with me in the morning on Jake's bed?"When Harvey dropped her off at work the next morning he said, "How about a somewhat more traditional evening tonight? Dinner, dancing and then some serious necking that might lead to ... who knows?" Deal - as long as we wake up on Jake's bed in the morning."Her day was an active one as she stayed busy stomping out little fires that kept cropping up. A union problem in the setting up of. She was petite, probably 5 foot 3 or so and couldn't have weighed much more than 115, her hair she always wore down as hanging in her face. It was long and poker straight.My opportunity presented itself Thursday night. I was headed back from dinner with a lady I was dating. I saw Alice walking along the road. She was at least 4 miles from home. She was wearing a miniskirt and those fishnets with holes torn in them. She had on a tank top and had a zippered black hoodie hanging open over it. It. Charlene had guessed that Harold probably liked the idea that he was spying and didn’t want him to know that she knew. She had left her curtain open the rest of the week, telling herself it was to be sure Harold didn't think he had been found out, but it was more likely because it excited her to be watched. During those next several days she had made sure to provide Harold with several shots that would be worthy of his 'private collection'.The dream continued, but as it did so, it morphed from.