He asked if I'd like some wine and I said yes. While he opened the bottle I was starting to worry about the big mess I might be about to cause. It was...obvious sex was on the cards, and I was having second thoughts. Then I figured if things went further I would suck him off and leave it at that. I thought I could tell you about that without upsetting you too much." Did the plan work out?" I asked next."Sort of. He gave me my wine as he took me in his arms from behind. I had a few sips but soon. Areyou going to continue wearing dresses?" Just until my ulcer heals. I don't know why but when I wear a shirt andslacks I get cramps but when I am wearing a dress I don't. I don't knowwhat that has to do with it, but if it works then so be it." Maybe when you are in a dress mentally you don't feel the pressure youfeel when you are wearing slacks. I agree you have to go with whatworks." Well, it can't heal too fast for me. I am looking forward to wearingslacks again, and the sooner the better.". If you're familiar with her adventures, you might like the thread I'm currently focused on, which is called "Jake and Abbie Go to a Wedding." It's the longest story to date, and features extensive and varied scenes over the course of a wild wedding weekend. She was making small talk in the coffee room with a guy from work, Jake, and the subject came up of how she helped a friend paint her bedroom over the weekend. Jake knew Abbie was always one to say yes to her friends, so Jake casually asked. I did not mind this too much. He had done all this on a shoe string budget. he paid me well so I did not mind. He needed me to fill in for most of the summer. I had just got my drivers license and was ready to practice driving. The first few weeks went well. It was easy work and most of the time the people would not be home when I was there. A couple of times the lady of the house might be there and talk to me for a minute or two. Twice there were women in bikinis, that made it just that.