"Dad argued with The Look, something no man in his right mind would normally ever do, "You did see what I went through upstairs, didn't you? Let's see...how you do when it's your turn for something like that. It's a Friday night, Fely, I can sleep in tomorrow morning, and I'm going to have one - or even two - more with Prof. I'm not badly stressed, but there's no reason not to unwind either. Unwinding would be good." I'm sorry. Upstairs was extreme, wasn't it?" If I hadn't seen that Mark was in. My boss was one of those career females with a sharp edge to her tongue who one did not approach with such requests at such times. Truth to tell, she was something of an advertisement for the ‘Peter principle’ and was herself under the continuous stress that devolves from not being quite on top of things in one’s revere. There were the usual rumors as to how she had gotten where she was, but I paid these no attention. I quite liked her, she seemed to like me, we got along fine. I had never had. Her hair, like always, was down around her shoulders, but that was where the familiarity ended. His gaze traveled down, then back up, touched along her waist, took in the creamy skin of her breasts, revealed by the v-neck of the dress which, he was only now realizing, was a halter dress. All of a sudden, he was really regretting teasing her into that thing. ‘Well, how bad is it?’ Anna asked. He brought his eyes to hers, opened his mouth to respond, but the only thing he could think was how. I'm a 26-year-old woman now. There were plenty of times that I questioned my sexuality. At first, like everyone, I thought it was a phase that most women go through. Looking back at it, I thought wrongly. It all went back to my first bisexual experience. It was November 2004 and I was being ready to be sworn into the United States Army. It was the night before I had to go to the MEPS station (Military Enlistment Processing Station). There were a group of people just like me standing around,.