"Its ok, spit it out," Sean says reassuringly. "Sir, she told me to tell you to take your drink and shove it up your ass," the waiter mutters clearly ...mbarrassed."That's it!" Sean is tired of trying to be a nice guy. Maybe he just isn't cut out to have any type of relationship with women. Rising from his seat, he walks quickly over to Ms. Meyers."Baillee, I tried to be nice, you spit it back at me. Expect no quarter tomorrow," Sean says with venom in his voice.Baillee turns slowly up from her. We saw each other for about two years but then he got bored of me when he met a girl younger than me." She said sipping her wine and looking straight at me this time."How many women have you slept with?" Well you might be happy to know, or might not be, but you have put me into double figures today. Before you it was nine. Some have been quick two-week type relationships; others have been for a couple of years. I was a bit of a male tart in my early twenties." I said to her hoping she wouldn't. Turning a little red, I answered that I still didn't know what he was talking about. He put one hand on my shoulder and gently said that it was alright, he was wearing too. I started to calm down a bit. This had thrown me for a loop. Never had anyone, let alone a guy, notice that I was wearing pantyhose. And I always wear a proper flesh tone colour so as to not arouse any stares in case something happens to show.I quickly tried to make my excuses. I gulped down the rest of my drink and made off. “Let me dry my hair and get some clothes on and I will be ready, Sir.” “Dry the hair but leave the clothes. Where we are going, you won’t need them.” With that, you smile and walk out of the bathroom, leaving me to the task at hand. I quickly run the hair dryer, knowing I don’t like to keep you waiting. Once my hair is soft and dry, I pull it back up into a bun on the top of my head, accentuating the collar on my neck. Walking into the living room, you notice my hair in a bun. A smile creeps.