I just had fun. I also remember if I’d transferred to a public school I’d probably have been an ‘A’ student because it was so easy by comparis...n. Without that shadow of fear ever present I perhaps might have come to enjoy school - maybe. Who knows I might have even acquired self esteem. And given the opportunity to transfer to a brand new public high school, as I entered my senior year, I chickened out. I was too afraid to face the gauntlet of entering an entirely strange environment with. " I told her honestly. "But it's not me I'm worried about....it's Cindy. I'm not sure how she'd react to.......well to....you know." You and I fucking you mean?" Well...yes, since you put it that way." Like I said...we've already spoken about it." She said she was ok with that?" I asked incredulously. Well....she spent some time thinking about it yes. But after I assured her that if at any time she decided it was a bad idea, or if either one of you became uncomfortable, then we'd stop...no. Just dry the dishes and think of something else she ordered herself. Frustrated with her self she went to dry a wine glass and bang it all came back. The way his fingers stroked the wine glass, how he licked the sauce off his lips and how good his butt looked in those jeans when he helped her clear the table. ‘Breath just breath’ Hearing a noise behind her, she turned and there he was Mr Greek God himself. Quickly she turned back to drying muttering something about how he shouldn’t be in. Sandra intervenes (to save me I think) at this point and says we should play truth or dare so we can find out about each other."What a great idea!" Denise quickly declares, "We should defitnetly get to know one another better." and smiles wickedly at meThe game starts off in a pretty tame fashion. We ask each other if there are people we don't like at work etc. but then...Denise:"So SD, who have you got a work crush on?" She smiles wickedly again.I'm caught off guard and can't stop myself.