There were just some things you didn't do,irrespective of gender.I put the sandles on, fixed the straps, and headed over to the mirror.There stood a f...ve foot three woman. She had a pretty face with bigeyes and long lashes, nice big sensuous lips, long black slightly wavyhair and she was wearing a black shirt and trousers which were bothtoo big for her and too small. I felt myself getting moist once moreand my nipples hardening because, boy, this was one foxy lady."I look ridiculous," I. Not with the creature this close.You duck under the descending, thorny branches of an overgrown tree and move without haste - something the creature chasing you didnt care to mimic as it sprinted on all fours into the spiky bramble.You exit the bush and finally risk your first glance back - the furry mammal is roaring and tearing against the vines. Held, but you could see it breaking free.“Fuck,” you breathe as you turn and run further down the road. Your eyes dart to the left. Before the. “I seriously doubt she really wants a full-fledged relationship with me.”“I don’t know,” I said. “What about her comment about taking care of you?”She thought some more, the small smile on her face faded away. She shook her head. “That couldn’t be it.” She continued thinking. “I’ve always known she only likes women but she’s never come onto me before.”I stood there, not sure what to say. I remembered from high school how girls would hang out in groups and didn’t have any problems hugging or. "Get him here! I mean, um, yes, bring him here."Muffled laughter could be heard in the background."OK, Miss Dover," stated the chairman. "You have one week to get him here." Oh, thank you, Mr. Chairman! You won't regret it."********************It was early one morning, as I was lying half-awake in bed. I was in the middle of a private teaching session with one of my colleagues. Suddenly the phone rang. Who the heck could be calling me at this hour? Anyone who knows me knows I am not a real.