Time was ticking.She was just slipping into her dress as the doorbell rang.That was when the zip decided to stick! Helen tried and tried but couldn't ...et it to budge. The doorbell rang again. Now she had no choice but to answer it with the dress gaping all the way down the back. Flushed with embarrassment, and nerves, she opened the door to be met by the most captivating man she had laid eyes on.He was just over six foot, with fair skin, piercing blue eyes that creased in the corners as he. I lost hopes of leaving this place. I could callmy family to go without me, while I slept here overnight to wait for myclothes to dry."What a way to celebrate Christmas!" I sighed at my unlucky situation.As I lay on the sofa, and rolled to rest on the good side of my bottom,an ingenious idea flashed across my mind!There are clothes everywhere in this shop, but the only problem is thatthey are all women's clothes and I am a guy. I did some quick thinking.I could pretend to be a girl with these. “Excuse me?” “Oh, nothing, send her up.” I turned back to the screen, not really looking at the words. Behind me, my visitor tapped on the door. “Come in.” The door clicked open and I forced myself to sit still as she crossed the room to me. She dropped her bag down beside the desk, laid a soft hand on my shoulder and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “I thought you might need some cheering up.” I covered her hand with my own, still facing away. “How very sweet of you, Kay. And how were you. ‘ I nodded. ‘Yeah.’ She smiled. ‘Wow.’ I looked at her for a moment. ‘You?’ She looked away for a moment and then she looked at me. ‘No.’ I raised my eyebrows. ‘No?’ ‘No,’ she repeated. ‘I will explain later,’ she said and began to dress. I looked at my watch. Twelve-thirty. ‘I guess I better get you home,’ I told her and began to dress. ‘I don’t want to get you into trouble with your Mom.’ She laughed. ‘That will be the day.’ I just looked at her. ‘Never mind,’ she said. ‘Okay.’ I climbed out.