"SHIT! He needs pants and I'm in his fucking closet - naked! The old adrenaline started pumping full blast, "fight or flee" was kicking in. I was de...initely NOT dressed to fight - something about being naked with your junk dangling makes you feel sort of vulnerable...."Do you want me to get them for you while you take those off?" I heard Amy say. "Oh, don't bother, I can get them myself."I heard footsteps approach the bedroom and then the closet door began to open. My heart was pounding as I. I opened the door, tossed my towels in the passenger seat and plopped down to head home. “Ow! Shit!” I hollered and jumped up so quick that I bumped my head really hard on the car. “Dammit!” I hollered again and nearly cried. I was so pissed off and figured that I had sat on a bee so I frantically searched for the little bugger but to no avail. Steaming, I rushed down the road and headed for home. About five minutes into the drive I touched my head where I had bumped it and looked at my finger.. I myself was a full head taller but than that still only amounted to 5 foot 8 inches. I had short blond hair inherited from my mother, and was peculiarly skinny. My sister in particular was very weak physically but had the graceful movements of a ballet dancer. She loved to spend time in the ballroom section of the gym, and has already competed in several dance competitions. She hadn’t won any yet and I had promised to help her train next time she goes.In any case, I stagger up the stairs and. This was very serious indeed. I needed to find out what happened."Hey beautiful, what's shaking?" I asked her."Oh, the usual. My husband's gay or something. That son of a bitch won't even touch me! I can't stand it anymore!" she sobbed, as she leaned over to hug me. I hugged her tightly to me and let her sobs subside. She pulled away. "Sorry, I'm just so mixed up and afraid and mad and, oh, I don't know what I am." Well, you're sexy as hell, that's for sure." I shot back.She smiled. "Thanks,.