I finally decided to take the next step one night when I had the house alone. I texted her."You busy?" I said."Nope. Why?" Miranda responded."Come ove...," I said."Why?" she responded."Because I want to see you," I said."You're married," she responded."So? It hasn't stopped you from flirting with me." I said.I didn't get an answer. Nothing. I waited for almost ten minutes. And I still got nothing. And I finally said fuck it. I gave up. Turned on some music. Was planning on chilling out, relaxing,. “Don’t you let my wife find out where you bulked up. I don’t need that kind of pressure,” he joked. “Why aren’t you driving the Maserati?”“The Maserati is perfect. I was traveling with some friends who went back to Japan today,” I explained. “I could catch a flight home, but why get stuffed into a tiny coach seat when I can rent a car to drive home in style. Plus, I need something I can open up before I’m sleeping in the shed, that we don’t have, in my back yard. My dad wants me home by Tuesday. A smile tugged at my lips as I imagined the possibilities..maybe I should pay more attaention during my hypnosis classes after all....."..of course this is why we require that you all undergo rigourous personality and psychological tests, interviews and analysis before we allow you into the more advanced classes...". Damn..no way I would pass those.The class eventually ended. lenda asked if I wanted to have quick coffee with her and her younger sister in the city. I said no and made up some. Jordan stepped out of the stall, and oh! the thong slipped up betweenhis ass cheeks, caressing him in places Jordan had never been touchedbefore by underwear. 'Oh... that's a bit too... intimate,' he thought tohimself, taking awkward steps and wiggling his bottom. 'Am I going to befeeling this all day long?'Fortunately, Angela was so focused on the time that she didn't even lookat Jordan, but just took the white dress off the hanger and held itopen."You'll love this, I promise," she said.Jordan.