I ran upstairs - there was less damage here, and in the trunk on the landing I found the garments I needed. I tore off my tracksuit, slipped into an o...d mini-skirt, thanking my dedication to fitness that it still fitted. I found a t-shirt, one I had kept for sentimental reasons since the summer I fell in love with Sarah. I doffed my bra, and shrugged it on, quickly pinching my nipples to make them stand out. An inspiration took me to the bathroom, and grimacing I squirted half a bottle of baby. Do you think I'm sexy?” “Speaking as a man, I think you're pretty and sexy too. That must mean you're pretty sexy.” I laughed at the cleverness of my statement. “What if I wanted you to kiss me again like you did at dinner?”“You mean like you kissed me? As much as I would love to… I can't. You know that.” “Because we’re friends?”“Yeah. That’s part of it.”“After all these years, don't you ever think about me?” “Of course I think about you. You're a beautiful woman. But I know nothing can ever. I pulled a brassiere out of my pack along with some rags fromthe cleaning rag bag (yes they were clean) and put on the bra andstuffed it. Then I pulled the dress over my head. It was a calf lengthknit in medium red with black flecks over it and had thin, but notspaghetti thin, straps. There were side slits then went up to just abovethe knee. Over that was a short buttonless jacket. I turned around andlooked at myself. To really look good in the outfit I needed more hipsand backside. I had to. I nuzzled her earlobes and kissed her neck all the while drinking in her scent, the scent that had become a hard on trigger for me in the months that had led up to our mutual admissions of desire. I didn’t want to stop kissing her but we needed to get back into work so we forced ourselves to separate. I know I smelled like her perfume though, because her scent on me created little smiles the rest of the day as I tried to work and keep my mind off Leanna. I had determined early on that I.