"Then come to our special showroom" and she led me to the back of the boutique. I didn't know the room, so Gabriela let me in first, followed by her a...d Erin. It was spacious, with three mirrored walls and the ceiling as well. The fourth wall was a large closet with wooden doors, closed. Near it was a rack with clothes. Erin, the little English redhead, started showing me the most beautiful and daring clothes I have ever seen.I was distracted and in a second, Erin and Gabriela grabbed me.. .." No buts Sandi. You have been giving Dale your ass for the last three months. In those three months did you do anything to start to ease me into thinking about trying to get you to let me have anal sex with you? No you didn't. You were going to keep fucking Dale until I made a move to try and have anal sex with you only I was never going to make that move. You said no to anal sex so many times that I came to accept that it never was going to happen and as a result I was never going to. The silly cheerleader sisters. All of them one and all behind me, for good or ill. Bridges burned, ties cut. The soft puff of smoke fills my mouth as their faces brush past. Oh, I love them all still but they… couldn’t understand. Their lives are set in stone, layed out to the planning of generations of our family. They had mine planned out the same way of course. Prep school… ivy league… banker… husband… father… … Dead. A corpse walking and smiling in a eight thousand dollar suit. That’s all I. I didn't take long although she had booked a 2 hour slot so we sat around her kitchen table chatting over a cup of tea. She was about 30, spoke with a soft lilting Welsh accent and was pleasant to look at. Taking-in her round face with its short bobbed auburn hair and emerald green eyes I started to enjoy her company. She told me of Bill, her partner, and how he drank too much and always spent Saturdays at the Football match and ended-up in the bar with his mates until late. I could tell she.