I didn’t know if you-” Emma was stammering, her nervousness getting the better of her.“Yeah, I don’t know why I did, but I did. Did you want t... taunt me some more maybe?”“No!” Emma shouted into the phone. She took a breath.“No,” she repeated more softly. “Nothing like that at all. I’m sorry!” Finally, she got an apology out.“So very, very sorry!” she continued. “I was so wrong to do that to you. And even worse that I let Liz see you and take those photos. God, I am SO sorry. Please, will you. ‘You know, Jeff,’ she said, taking a sip of chardonnay, ‘now that you’re down to your proper weight, I’ll bet you could use a new wardrobe, couldn’t you?’ ‘Yeah, I’ve bought a few new things, but…sure.’ That Saturday Shannon and I met at the best mall in town. Four hours and several thousand dollars later we walked out laden with men’s clothing, everything from boxer shorts to double-breasted suits. Deciding that I had a rugged, ’40s style face, William Holden with a dash of Gary Cooper,. We retired to one of Katie's kitchens after chatting on her verrandah for half-an-hour; my elder sister teased me not to "corrupt" the young lady when she offered us more champagne on a silver platter, but I was driving and had to seek soft drinks inside. It was quieter, cooler and more private inside the house, but we could see over the garden from our viewpoint while we chatted.After half-an-hour of talk, we both saw dozens of women grab their crotches and their eyes sparkled. "What's going. The rest of the ride to the restaurant was quiet as they both fought off arousal; he with a thickening in his underwear, she with anticipatory juices leaking into hers.Dinner could not have been better. It was a sexy night of wine, candlelight, and great food all topped off with homemade spumoni. Joe heard his watch beep for nine o'clock and he knew they should be going."We have just enough time to walk to the arena across the way. We can go in the VIP entrance and skip the crowds. Johnson.