“They’ll remind me of you,” Stephen said.Mel said, “It is kind of spooky how we all look alike.”“Magus was involved,” Stephen said.Mel s...id, “I guess I better go.”“One last kiss,” Stephen said.“Okay,” Mel said.It was fifteen minutes later that she pulled away from the house. Stephen stood at the street watching her car until it disappeared around a corner. Jane opened the front door and called out, “Come in and have a cup of coffee before you go to the office.”“That sounds like a good idea,. I was about to facethem dressed as a housemaid, a 'boy maid' as Pam called me earlier on thephone. I was wearing my dove grey dress covered modestly by a full whiteapron. I thought the grey dress would look a bit more formal andcertainly the white apron was adding to the proper look. Black tights andcomfortable house shoes were the other feminine accoutrements I added tomy attire. I couldn't resist looking at myself in the mirror; I loved my neatappearance, I loved the crisp white apron. I grabbed my purse and applied my lip gloss and licked my lips as he watched me do it. His eyes were on me. We went over to speak to one of the other guys from the band and I made sure I was the sexiest one walking over. I could see by the way everyone was watching us walk, that all eyes were on us. Everyone wanted to be with one of us. We were beautiful, sexy and we knew it. I had my mind set on him. Noone else. Beside the few drunks walking over to me and asking me to dance and throwing roses. I'm no different. Birthday girl however had always been a bit of a prude and often passed judgement on our reckless fun loving ways.So we were in this place dancing round our handbags and grabbing all the young single looking fellas to dance and flirt with when I met Terry. Oh he was gorgeous. Tall, dark, athletic, soft spoken, twenty one years old and was out with his friends after recently breaking up with his own true love. Don't you just love a little bit of vulnerability in a man? We.