All of it with ruffles, except the leatherjacket. "You've _got_ to be kidding!" "Hey, you're the one that wanted warm," she retorted. "And th...more layers you have, the warmer you'll be." I hated it when she wasright like that.***11:49 18 Jan "So could you help me out on buying some of the clothes today?Cashwise?" she asked as she switched lanes. She didn't drive quite likeher mom, at least. "Why?" I had this sort of philosophical objection to buyingwomen's clothes to wear. Mike was one of the guys I fantasized about in my fantasies involving two guys and me. I knew now this was the surprise I was getting this afternoon. I found out that Bill had recently told Mike all about us and he told him about this fantasy and asked him to participate. Mike asked me if it would be okay to join us for the afternoon.He told me he wanted to fuck me the first time we met two years ago,and many times fantasized about fucking me when he was fucking his wife.I answered YES, but. Alongside his empty passenger seat, a rented minibus, corporate logo splashed among stripes of garish primary colours, drew level and braked sharply, narrowly missing the camper van ahead. Behind the wheel was a seriously fit blonde, nose jewel glinting from the low sun, her arm, inked with indecipherable scripture, hanging out the window. She was tapping the metalwork and jigging up and down in time to the pounding beat.Directly behind her in the rear compartment was a considerably less fit. We made small talk as we rode to one of the local Malls where there was an arts and crafts chain, as well as a Pier 1 store. It was funny to watch her get into her creative mode, almost like she was at work. She saw a guy in the back of the store making artist easels and you could see the light go off in her head. She hustled back to where we had looked at some close-out fabrics and she fumbled through the unsold partial bolts. She brightened and said "There it is!" and pulled out a light.