"I wasn't alone. Bernie and Denise had never danced, and Ann had only tried once. Mom and dad had, though. We were drafted for dancing instruction bef...re we knew what hit us.Ann wanted to show Bernie around, so we used that excuse to make our escape. She didn't waste any time, and soon, we were in our bedroom. Bernie was impressed, to say the least."Whoa, what a bed!", she said excitedly, "That damn thing looks big enough for an army!"She was blushing when she turned my way, but a little. I thought why not, let her see my bulge so I walked to see some stuff a few meters from her.She saw me and immediately she lowered her eyes right into my bulge. Of course it was getting harder and harder. She was working fixing a shelf but every 5 seconds she turned around to look at me. I went closer just to be sure she was looking at me and not something else. She was very nervous and my bulge got bigger. She kept looking at my bulge and biting her lips. I started to touch myself a little bit. I remember telling her she didn't need to work out so hard, she always looked so good. She told me it's why she kept the body she had. It takes work to keep in shape.Things were still going good. We had been together for about six weeks when she called me on a Friday after work and asked if she could come over. She has never asked to come over during the week and we were going to be together on Saturday taking in another baseball game.I told her she was always welcome to come to my place. I did. But it promised to open up a path of discovery one way or the other, so we were paired up in the room and told that we were supposed to insult and shame each other. When we were insulted or shamed, we were to focus on having our feet firmly on the ground (like they’d be somewhere else) and let the shame and hurt flow out into the earth beneath us.My friend Bill was my partner for the exercise. We knew each other pretty well as neighbors but it really wasn’t part of my nature to try to hurt.