.” I replied, “but, I guess it ultimately came down to hearing that whole 'You can't blame a guy for trying' thing that made me go for it—it was...a tough call but that was kinda the last straw.”“You were supposed to hear that,” he said with a wink. “I thought that maybe I was wrong after sticking my ass out at you all day with no response. It was kind of a last ditch effort.”“Oh, believe me, there was definitely a response! I got completely hard at one point.”“I wish I had seen it,” Nick. I dipped into the ladies toilet and got changed into my outfit; a new matching set of knickers, bra and suspenders in shiny red, edged in black. The knickers were particularly nice, having side ties that I reckoned would come in useful when I took them off, avoiding the standing-on-one-leg nonsense! In addition, black stockings and my best shoes, black patent-leather (actually plastic off the market) heels. I had a simple blouse and skirt over these, and I put my long coat on over it all. I. Minutes transform into hours as we ride the wave, crashing into a crescendo of pure bliss. Songs and poems fail to portray the rapture of this bliss, although many have tried. We fall into the bed, our minds and bodies soaring through the heavens. I bask in the sweet relief unwilling to return to the cold empty world. But life is not a fairy tale.The following minutes pass in the awkward state that always follows. Thanks for the ride but this is where I get off. Should I be polite? Should I. I would have watched them, but I just don't get off on chicks.The boys did have plenty of time away from me to golf, swim, tennis, scuba and everything else on the property. I even actually had a half hour or so to myself."So let me ask you something."I looked up over my book to see a slender, tan island boy holding a tray under his arm. His was wearing a staff uniform with a name tag 'Jhon'. I already had ten, I reminded myself, and anyway, this one lived twelve hours away."Yeah?" How do you.