" She reached over and pulled the pants down to my knees. "What the...?" I gasped, taken by surprise and not really knowing what to do. I didn't even ...ave time to be embarrassed. My underwear had been pulled down as well and just barely coved my goodies. I stood there like a dope who had been pantsed in the hallway at school. "Oh don't be silly!" was her response to my inarticulate remark. "Here, try these on." she told me, handing me another pair that, frankly looked just like the first. I was. After a while she stopped and while my pole fell back on my belly, Cory got up and extended her hand to me. “Let’s go inside again,” she said, “and I will show you our special room.”Back in the house Cory led me to the hallway and the up a staircase. On the first floor we walked through the hall, until we reached a rather ordinary-looking door. She opened the door and I looked inside. I saw an almost empty room, lined with purple carpet that looked soft and covered the entire floor. The walls. They told me I was crying. It was raining and I was trying to light a cigarette, which didn’t really matter since I don’t normally smoke them. I don’t remember any of that. All I remember is the end. I have spent nearly 30 years of my life working in the health and fitness field. Lord knows it isn’t a highly paid profession, but I got by. I have a few regular customers for my massage practice, and I learned early on to offer what my clients wished, to do otherwise was a sure path to failure. So. ..you know.” “In a way, yes,” she interjected wanting to limit the time she spent talking about her living situation. “There’s still some tension but I’ve just been thinking about things that make me happy and tried to block it out.” “Can I ask what happened?” “I suppose it started after....” She trailed trying to think of how to phrase the night she ‘slept’ with him. “Ahem...after our sleepover.” “Oh,” was his reply, thinking it could get awkward soon. “Mia, I’ve been trying to talk to you.