"Do you know his name?"She looked up at me with her deep, dreamy eyes and whispered,"Ramon! All I remember is his name was Ramon something. He had som... sort of health club down in Daly City and all the "old money" people went there for the privacy."I could tell Claire was telling me the truth and the fact that her hand was busy under the tablecloth stroking my erection did not influence my perception in the slightest. At least, I don't think it did.Both of our cars were in the valet service, so. "There was a fly," I explain, feebly.Her eyes, wet and bright in her sudden flustered impatience stare into mine,challenging me."Sheri..." What." she demands, more of a statement than a question,her voice almost matching her low tone from the locker room, earlier.I shake off my stomach's flip and fight for courage."Sheri, did you do this?" unable to manage much more staring into her challenging eyes, I don't wait for her answer."Did you send my mother that requisite letter? Did you set this all. She went full slut, a dress so short that basically every movement meant that everyone could see her private parts. For me this was rather normal because she dresses always slutty when we go out, especially for meeting with my working colleagues or friends. One can see ther massive boners when she comes along and she loves that! In the club I got us some drinks and she went for the dancefloor. I watched from remote and could not believe how offensive she attacked every men she liked. But. We all do it all the time, you know, or we wish we could, some of us. Nothing more common! Every woman does it. But our big strong brave men, the very idea of it spooks them. Just suggest it and they get crazy angry, and they tense up, and you can't reason with them any more. I knew it would be that way the first night I thought of the plan, that Super Bowl Sunday. That's why right off I thought about the commencement ritual we'd have to have, when we got our guys together for the first time.