"To us," I repeated.We clinked glasses and took a mouthful. Our salads came and after thewaiter put on some fresh ground paper, he left us to our meal.... I felthungry."Emily," I started the conversation. "Why isn't a beautiful lady likeyourself married?" I'm a lot like you, Vanessa," she answered. I insisted that we calleach other by our first names while away from the office."In what way?" I'm a lesbian!"You could have knocked me over with a feather. Emily took a bite of hersalad and smiled at. Maybe he was just enjoying the new scent I was wearing and hadn't meant to startle me after all."All right, I forgive you," I told him, smiling to show I wasn't mad.Brute looked at me and took a step in my direction with his tongue sliding out of the side of his mouth in the doggy version of a smile. Then he stopped and looked back at the bowls of fresh food and water."Come on," I said, "Make up your mind. Eat or play."Brute looked back and forth once more and then turned to the food and began. I suddenly felt as though Brad was going to try to sell me a car. Brad lead me through the house to their sunroom and invited me to sit, then he offered me a beer. I declined as it was too early in the day for me so Brad brought us each a beer anyway. Brad managed to coax me through the first beer with a lot of small talk about sports, cars and finally women. He started bragging to me about how many women he has had and how they all love his huge cock. This was not the first time I had heard. I lookedeverywhere... I sat down and tried to think about this rationally.Ding Dong... The door bell.I froze... I can't answer it dressed like this! I pulled at the helmetto see if it would give... It didn't... I looked for a coat to cover myoutfit... All I could find was a rubber trench coat... Shit!Ding Dong... Who is it? Speaking into the intercom and looking through the spy hole.I could see a biker type person. Crash helmet and leathers...Special delivery for Mr B Turner came the reply. I.