At first I thought I had dodged this particular bullet. ‘Maybe I did not excrete the pheromone through my hands’, I thought, ‘or maybe they’r... immune.’ I noticed that Aleska was squirming a bit as she sat next to me, causing her skirt to ride up and flashing lots of thigh. I thought nothing of it until I saw the lace tops of Aleska’s thigh hi stockings. I stared. She smiled and I felt her hand touch my thigh. ‘Gribble Grock!’ I yelped. Donna stared. ‘Excuse me?’ I faked a cough. ‘Sorry…. I. I'd met her 16 years ago, she was dating a co-worker of mine. I remember seeing her for the first time, walking with him in the mall. I remember feeling instantly jealous that he was with her boyfriend. She was beautiful. Everything about her was just right. Her blond hair had these soft natural curls, the kind no curling iron could ever make. Her eyes were sparkling and wild with passion. They looked like a great couple, but inside I hated him for being with her. I couldn't stop looking at. Without question, I’d describe Gemma as hot, most people say we could be sisters we looked so alike. She’s a little smaller than me, our eye and hair colour are similar and we are proportioned physically in the same way. I loved her bubbly personality and was no surprise how well we got on. Her boyfriend Gary or Gaz as everybody called him was far from what I’d be attracted to; smaller than me, dark eyes and very short hair (most times he’d shave it all off) and quite plump physically but. .. Little do you know!" I grinned. "That is a new rule, one of Jack's." Really?" Stacy laughed. "Well ... Rules were meant to be broken, then." Nah, I shouldn't." I shook my head, fighting for sanity. "I need to get home and see my kids." Oh, they're not going anywhere." She waved that idea away. "Come on, we'll just have a little fun. I'll have you home by midnight." I'm not even dressed for it!" I protested."I have clothes! Don't worry, we'll fix you up." You're a bad influence, Stace," I.