Anaccident, right? I don't think anyone can fault you for that, I know Idon't. Besides, Karen has some real competition now!"What did he mean by that?...Me? As competition for Karen? Not likely. Iforgot what he said and went on with my work. It went like that for twomore days, then it was Friday, the day I was going to the mall withother girls, my fate in Karen's hands. After work I changed into a skirtand blouse since mom told me it would be easier if I wanted to try onclothes. After touching up. " So you figured you would see if I was interested in sex with a woman ... uh ... well if a hand job is sex," I said and laughed."Yes, I am embarrassed to say," she answered with a blush."Well I hope you know that I am not gay." Of course I do now." But then we have continued to do things?" I said with a questioning look."Yes, ... maybe it is the hormones, but I admit that I really started to like it. It made me feel wanted again. It has been such a long time and was the reason I had sex and. I hesitated at my car with the keys in my hand (just open the fucking door, start the car and get the fuck out of here). He smiled (an evil smile) and motioned me with his hand to come over."Come on," he said again, "just want to see how you're doing. I won't keep you long."(Yeah, just long enough to suck him off; get the fuck out of here)"Well, I really...really...I need to...get going." I couldn't believe how nervous and intimidated I felt; I couldn't even look at him."Yeah, you've said, but. We sat quietly for about ten minutes.“I’m sorry I blamed you for what I did, Steve,” Kara said.“It’s OK, Honey. You said what you felt. It’s better to get it out in the open than let it fester inside. I should have helped you set your limits better, and it’s my fault for not realizing that. I’m so sorry this all happened.”“I need to find a way to know what my own limits are,” she said.“Yes, I think that’s good. I’ll help you as much as you need me to. I goofed and I don’t want to make that.