Then Jake and I would go for a long drive in the country, have dinner at a restaurant and return home. I was to walk and act sexy plus everybody that ...aw me was to think I was a hooker. I said no way. Just plain no! For the next hour, everybody reminded me that I had agreed to go along with the drawing.The following night after work, Jake along with Susan and her husband went to the mall and bought stuff for me to wear. On Saturday Susan was to help prepare me.Bright and early Saturday morning. I looked down and realized I had slopped half my drink across the bar. Shit, damn, I hate it when I make an ass of myself. I honestly hate it. I watched the remainder of the races through the ninth from my chair in the box. Laughing, talking with my friends and all the time stealing glances at hat man in the box across the isle. Tearing a page from the program, I found a pen in my friend’s purse and wrote a simple note. My cell number, along with the words, “I need a ride.” Leaving the box, I. I undressed and climbed into that King-Sized bed she had. It took up the whole bedroom; I asked her why she had gotten such a large bed to which she replied, "I need it." Well, she didn't need it that night. She came out of the bedroom in some flannel pajammas and just turned the light off and said now go to sleep. What did she mean "Go To Sleep? What kind of game was this? The next night she let me stay the night again; I almost didn't know what to expect, maybe another put off. This. She recollected the warmth of the semen as it spluttered on her fingers and wrist and the sticky texture as it soaked through her pantyhose warming the sensitive skin of her thigh.She licked her lips, unaware that Harold was now ogling her legs under the desk. He had dropped down to his knees and was wantonly staring at Jennifer’s legs and feet. He had strategically placed a pen on the carpet so that if anyone came into his cubicle unannounced he could pretend he was on the floor picking it.