“Now, I didn’t say that.” Unfortunately, Cas also hadn’t made it this far without being able to kill off his conscience. It was amazing how of...en saving his skin and doing the right thing seemed to be in conflict. “Delivering you girls up to Liberty knowin’ what I do now seems like it’d just about make me the worst kinda lowlife. I may be a bastard, I may be a real sumbitch. I may even be a no-good, stinking rotten whoreson. But I pride myself on not bein’ a lowlife. Leaving you alone on. In mymind I compared myself to the impressive single man. He had everyadvantage I could think of, including a better income. And car. Andwardrobe. Well, at least a better male wardrobe. I had him beat whenit came to nighties, maid outfits, and cheerleader uniforms. Ariannahad even half-threatened to buy me one of those male rompers that haverecently appeared. They're meant for guys but certainly didn't strikeus as masculine. I remembered the two of us looking at them on-line, attheir. Micha totally exposed her panties when sitting down, her pink see through thong barely covered her bare brown pussy. Brandon and Al totally saw and every time she'd lift her hands the gap opened exposing her differently in each position. When she crossed her legs, her upper thigh and hip were showing bits of her ass and pussy. When her knees were together you can see her crotch. Brandon passes around some weed for a bit he firsts passes to Micha. She leans forward to grab it showing off. It seemed that she had made it her mission to bring us together and like two teenagers we fell in her trap. For weeks he passed my desk at work, we nodded, greeted one another and I wore the friendly smile you wear around a stranger. He had called me when I was still at work, asking me what my plans were and made himself part of my schedule of that day. I had always loved it when men made decisions like that so I agreed to meet him.Our first date was a success, probably my longest first date I.