All of the fear she had at beinga boy in a dress in the beginning had disappeared when she saw herselfin the mirror before they left the house. Now, s...e was as beautiful asany woman there. The music, soft lights and fine dinner made the nightone to remember, especially for Priscilla, because she was namedPrincess of the Ball! Pictures and society columnists crowded around herwanting a scoop, but her Mother simply told them her name and left it atthat. Priscilla, Camille, and their Mother went. "So, I thought it might be nice for you to see the goods first," I uttered, before a gap. "Well, you're ogling me, so you must like what you see, Phil," I theorized, coming back to his side. "You can look at my tits; I don't mind."He couldn't formulate any words for over a minute, but his eyes wouldn't come off me to save his life. I surely wanted to take off my bra as well, but I resisted for the time being and let my semi-nude body do the talking.I didn't want to put out too much temptation. ”“Shit, I forgot to ask if you have your license in case you have to drive us back.”“Yes, I have my license. My dad bought me a car; I just don’t feel comfortable driving it. It’s big and has a lot of power, though it’s a very pretty car.”“OK, I’ll take you home on Wednesday and let you drive my truck. There’s no need to dress up for the non-date on Friday, jeans and t-shirt will be fine.”“Alright, I’ll see you on Monday. It was good talking to you.”“Have a good day Ellie. I’ll see you. She gave me a wry grin and raised one eyebrow. "Thanks for the compliment, Stan, but I'm not at the point of sleeping with someone to get work done on my house." She tapped the estimate. "Not even for this much."I looked her straight in the eye. "That wasn't what I meant." Angry and not fully understanding why I hopped off the tailgate and started gathering up my tools."I'm sorry."I turned to look at her when I heard the soft apology. The expression on her face drained the anger away."Look, I'm.