I am only 5ft 6in tall and weigh just under 10st i guess i have never been what you would call masculine . i had been looking forward to and planning ...o much for when i moved in and had been out shopping for so much girly stuff for my new life.I had not long got out of my Bath , skin was smooth not a trace of hair to be seen, i had spent 20 mins in front of the mirror putting on my make up and brushing out my long dark hair, i slipped on a black lacy thong and then my black b cup wonder bra. ”“What, I don’t know how to ballroom dance and besides that is for old people”. She realized to late what she had said and she looked at him with a look pleading for forgivness.“Your sort of right it is usually considered dancing for old people but wait till you see it and believe me there are some really young people there.”She would do anything now to smooth over her comment and so, “okay but I don’t have but a short skirt and blouse to wear.”“Well that is going to be part of the surprise as. Then our families got together for a New Year’s party and we danced and then I kissed him at midnight. We just kind of clicked, I guess. I told him I’d go out with him, but I wasn’t going to compete with other girls.”“That sounds like Sofia,” I said.Sofia squeezed my hand, “Sadly, Steve already had Pia when he came to Hovås. So we ended up being best friends instead.”“Well, he said yes,” Anne-Marie said, “and we’ve been a couple ever since. But he goes home in a month, and then he’ll be back. She ordered a coffee then sat down too.“Don’t you want any toast or anything with it?” I prompted her.“Shit no, I’m far too fragile, what the hell was I drinking that got me this bad?”“Before, or after those half dozen malt whiskies in that last pub?”I laughed. She groaned and held her head in both hands.“My God, no wonder I was pissed, I didn’t make a real arsehole of myself did I?“No, you were ok in the Pub, well mostly”, I added. “I almost carried you back here. Then I got your real arsehole.