The deep breathing helped slow her racing heart but the butterflies in the pit of her stomach were still restless. She had come this far but she still...was unsure if she could go through with it.Summoning all of her courage, she opened the door and stepped out into the parking lot. Tiffany had dressed to show off her feminine assets. She was wearing high heels, a black miniskirt that barely covered her backside, and a red tank top that was so tight it was like a second skin over her large. “It’s called a washing machine.”I punched him in the chest.“Don’t call me that,” I grumbled.“It’s been over a year now and I still don’t have the right to give you a nickname?”“I don’t like nicknames.”“And I don’t like Mondays, yet here we are.”I snorted, but it was replaced a moment later with a groan. “I should be at work,” I complained. “I can’t keep slacking off like this.”“Slacking off? Celine, that company runs just fine because of you. Give your employees some credit. They know what. "Anyway, I had a car and Mark didn't and there was a movie on at the drive-in that Betty and Leslie were dying to see and Betty practically hounded me to death until I gave in and said okay.One of the things I couldn't figure out was how Betty always seemed to get her way with me. She was great looking, smart, witty and had a wild sense of humor. She was fun to be with, but for the first time in my life I was with a girl that I was unsure of. She seemed to like me well enough; my class ring. I asked if he had a girlfriend but he said he hasn�t. I asked him when was the last time he had been with one and he told me it had been a couple of years now. You could have knocked me over with a feather. He leaned back a little. I guess he was a little ashamed to look me in the eye while narrating me this. This gave me an even better and less risky view of his huge package.I told him there's no way I could go that long and asked him how he managed. He said "It wasn�t easy!" "All it would.