"A real man could carry it off," she said. "Are you man enough?"I was starting to wonder if she was just goading me or if real men reallywould do thi...?What choice did I have? It was the French Maid's outfit or the vomitcovered clothes.I sat there submissively in my panties as Agnes applied false breasts tomy chest and blended them with my chest so that they looked natural.Agnes then handed me a bra and I had it on before she could turn round.In a matter of minutes I was looking at a French. "So you owe back taxes of at least 12k and the loan has to be paid off to free the deed?" I asked."That is correct," she replied."And the forty odd thousand isn't enough to do both?" I asked."No, the only reason we are trying to sell the land is to avoid defaulting on the loan or a tax foreclosure of my dad's property. He would frankly roll over in his grave if we did that," she stated."Not to mention it would fuck up your credit for several years," I said. "So how much would it take to get you. I would love to see your work."I blushed. "I'm not that good," I said. People, mostly my dad and my sisters, said my art was amazing or beautiful. I, however, always saw my flaws and mistakes. "But, I'll show you, if you want."He squeezed my hand on his thigh and brought it up to his lips, kissing my fingertips. "I do." He held onto my hand, driving with just his left. Mark turned right onto 512, the freeway towards South Hill and its mall. "You said your mom wasn't that great of a person?" he. Soon we arrived home and I paid the driver.On the path, I lent in and kissed Geri’s cheek and thanked her for a fun evening, expecting her to walk off to her house. She looked at me and just kissed me again. It was just as sexual as before and this time her tongue pushed between my lips. I responded and kissed her back, my arms going round her waist and pulling her close. She whispered, “Let’s go inside.”I closed the front door and within moments, Geri and I were kissing again our lipstick.