Mathis shocked me as it came out of nowhere. He told me he liked my friendship and figured the most I would do is slug him or leave and the best scen...rio was I would say yes. I admitted that I was a hidden bisexual from my wife and had a few relationships and we did not say much at that time bust promised to chat again. He called last week and said he wife would be npbusy all day Saturday and if I would like to meet hi. At a home he was showing in NorthEast Philly. He explained it was empty. Once, no twice while on the phone speaking to the hypnotic voice of Gunther, the German Section manager. Twice during the meeting with the section head as he droned on and on about figures and returns and performance. Again when hot, young Lyndsey from accounts came down and perched on the corner of her desk, her stocking top showing through the split in her skirt. Twice in the toilets after Carol sent her that picture of the couple fucking in the train. Ten times before lunch. No, eleven,. .." Lottie's face began to drop. He could not work out whether she was bored of him, or still a little tired. "And I'm into you. Girls like you." Dean smiled. Lottie glared, "No, really, before you met me. What kind of girls you into?" Dean sat lost in thought, he sipped his orange juice and then thought some more. He could hear the clanging of cutlery coming from in the kitchen and the bubbling of the coffee machine in the background. "I don't know, someone a bit quiet like me. Someone who. .!" she commented. "You sure look happy..." "Gregg asked me to marry him!" she said, off-handedly, trying to conceal her smile by biting a piece of toast and turning away. "Are you serious? That's wonderful!" exclaimed Dorothy, and she rose to hug Jen. "You must really like him!" "I love him!" corrected Jen. "He's totally wonderful and amazing." "Did you have sex with him yet?" Dorothy whispered so her son could not hear. "Of course not!" Jen objected. "Oh. Well, that's good." approved Dorothy,.