Some boys commented their surprise on my outfit, especially the ones whohad actually done some dressing up."Damn dude, I thought we might match today!... said a boy in a schoolgirloutfit, his short hair held up in little tiny pigtails."I thought you were gonna steal the show today, like usual," said anotherkid who I thought was a freshman. He had a pink sweatshirt that probablybelonged to his older sister, and some basic makeup that might gounnoticed to some boys, but I certainly was trained now. She knew she had to tell him eventually--it wouldn't be fair to even think about marriage until she'd leveled with him. Maybe he wouldn't want her after he learned the truth... some men couldn't live with the knowledge that their wives had done something as unspeakable as what she had been dragged into at Marty Felder's. But that was the gamble she'd have to take. If Phillip was indeed half the man she knew he was, he'd understand He'd forgive her and go on loving her just as though nothing had. .. I do think you’re a little longer, by the way. All afternoon, packing up the files, when I’d brush against you, or spread my legs a little more than I had to—you didn’t realize I wanted you to have sex with me?”“No.” I said, shaking my head. “Why didn’t you just ask me?”She smiled ruefully and actually blushed. “It would have been quicker, wouldn’t it?”“Well, yeah. I thought you didn’t want to.”“What ever gave you that idea?” she asked.“I dunno. I guess this morning, when all you did was. It’s a beautiful summer day, and most people are outside enjoying the sunshine. I ordered the Chicken Teriyaki special, when my order is ready, I reached for my wallet. I had left my wallet in my suit jacket. “Shit,” I mutter under my breath. M was behind me, next in line to pay at the cash registered. She could see I had forgotten my wallet by my reaction. She gently bumps my back with her shoulder. I turn around and look her. She is five foot five or six, with long chestnut brown hair. Her.