" Then I told her that Ken said he wanted to fuck her, and that I told him I would let him fuck her if she wanted to. Then I told her I would like her...to fuck him. She didn't say anything, and we fucked; it was good.The next day was Tuesday. Ken's wife went to classes every Tuesday, and would be gone all day. We were up early and I was on the computer when Ken came over. My wife and him were talking, and I heard her say, "Let's go into the bedroom." They left and went back to the bedroom. It. Mom insisted, so I even have a new dress for the party, and an appointment at the salon on Saturday morning." Beth didn't say anything for a long time, then she wanted to know why I had never told her. "I thought that we were closer than that Joyce." "I was afraid Beth. If you went crazy and told everyone at school, then what? How many boys do you personally know that want to be girls?" "None" she admitted. "That's what I mean Beth. I had to keep it a secret. Not even my parents knew. Rather than the traditional nothing under it trench coat, she wore a simple short skirt, just long enough to be professional, with a silk blouse. Underneath that, she wore more silk; a red push up bra that showed her firm breasts perfectly, with the stockings, garters, and heels. She was hoping the lack of underwear would mean faster action on his part. She knocked once, then pushed open his office door.“Hey, stranger, got time for a quick bite?” she asked with a wink, twirling the rose in her. Over the next few hours Victoria called my phone a number of times but I refused to answer. Feeling guilty, she then proceeded to leave several messages claiming that the entire incident was taken out of context and that she felt extremely guilty."Please call me back." She said on one of the messages. "I'd hate to lose you as a friend."Nevertheless, despite her sob story I suspected that her apology had more to do with job security than crushing my ego as she now feared that I might say.