. for the first time. His clothes were very tight fitting; you could almost see the muscles rippling under the material of his shirt, and those pants ...e was wearing. They were jeans, but they looked like they'd been painted on him. I don't know why I kept watching him work, but I do remember that I noticed a big lump along one leg of his pants. In a sitting position it was very noticeable. It was obvious that he wasn't aroused, but that meat-log trapped under the denim of his pants was bigger. In my first weeks, she took me under the wing, helping me to learn the ropes and integrate in to the team. After receiving my first pay packet, I asked her to join me after work for a drink to say thank you for all her help. She agreed. We spent the whole evening chatting about everything but work, and I learned she was married, but not happily, her husband having taken a job in Manchester without consulting her. She had refused to give up her career, therefore they lived apart for the most. The cottage was secluded — nearest neighbours almost a mile away — and had three bedrooms, a hot tub, pool, and a lovely summer house. It all seemed perfect for our needs and we set about unloading both vehicles.“Right,” said Rachel after we’d dumped the gear in the living room, “I think we need to set some ground rules for the week, don’t you?”We looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders. “Guess so,” said Richard.“Rule one,” Rachel began, “we ladies pick a bedroom each and we choose who. Last year when I went to that convention in San Francisco, there was this guy there, a professor at a university. He... he and I... well, we went out one evening." Janice stopped, tears coming to her eyes again."Yes? So what happened?" Tim said, clearly interested."Oh God, this is hard. We went out and I had a little too much to drink. He... he wanted me to come back to his room." Janice stopped, still sniffling."And?" Tim said, with growing excitement."I didn't go." Oh." There was a note of.