”Over breakfast he pointed out it was mad both of us driving to the same place, he offered to take his car and drive us both to our head office. Aga...n to my better judgement I said. “Okay, why not?”On the drive there his hand wondered to my thigh, he grinned saying, “Just checking,” as his finger traced my suspender.I pushed his hand away in a weak voice, saying, “Sorry but last night was a mistake, it should never have happened.”He just laughed aloud, “Wendy, if you really thought that. You. Their conversation descended into what they reckoned they would do to me and me to them if I was naked. ‘would I spit or swallow’ – they both hoped I swallowed; and ‘did I take it up the arse?’ – they both liked that idea. If they had been men I would have found such a conversation offensive, but I was getting aroused, they both talked about a mutual girl(friend) who apparently ‘put out’ locally, so they weren’t virgins or both talking as if they weren’t.By now I had stopped work, straining to. . fit your criteriafor 'dolled up?'" I was feeling kind of desperate for his attention atthat moment, standing at the top of the staircase leading from where mybig sis's room door was open. I mean, I was humiliated myself in frontof him by wearing her clothes. The least Richie could do was look at meand laugh in my face about it. Gloat over how he won another stupid betbetween us. Or tell me to knock it off and we will go back to playingStreet Fighter. Instead, the second Richie saw me in. This is New Year’s Eve. My late husband, Ted (You read his work as magichands) and I never went out on New Year’s eve. I asked him once, ‘Why Not!’ he told me he wanted to be just with me to start a New Year over again. I am a woman, stuff like that melts the heart, but then everything that man ever did melted my heart! Ted was a street reject when we met, in the depths of depression, he had lost a wife in a tragic freak accident. He simply fell apart, walked away from everything, ended up.