Suddenly the girl stopped and showed me her wet fingers.“Oh wow… I bet you think I’m a weird slut” she said.“No… not at all.” I answered... “I’m a yiff fan too.” It was then that our chemistry was obvious. We got to talking and she had the same interests as me. She was about 16 and had lost her virginity to her Labrador retriever when she was only 12. Ever since his death when she was 14, she found out about yiff. She handed me a paper with links to good bestiality sites and then r phone number. The waiter asked if we wanted wine and she told him she doesn’t drink but would like some sparkling grape juice. We sipped juice from long stemmed glasses and talked about what we needed to do next to the house. We ate slowly and laughed slowly she started to feel less like my sister and more like my date. The steak was wonderful and she said her fish was the best she had ever had. As we left the restaurant the rain went from a downpour to completely stopped. She begged me not to take her home. I felt like I was going to be crushed at any second.Reaching the cosmetic counters at the middle of the store relieved me of most of the towering men, but afflicted me with a pair of perfume girls. They seemed to have made it their mission in life to spritz me with everything in sight. Behind the counter, a woman offered me a makeover. In a dozen mirrors, I caught sight of a cute, but frightened looking woman. It took some time to realize it was me. I made for the door as fast as I could. We were doing everything but, sexually. On Tuesday nights either Pam or Tracy were coming over for a little fun. Friday and Saturday nights were date nights with Peggy.At lunch, Patricia was having a positive influence on Yuri. They weren't dating yet, but they were becoming friends. The change impressed the girls enough to let the three of us join the cheerleader table a couple of times. Piper didn't have to try and end Yuri's life even once.I'd started modeling again on weekends, and Mr. Hill.