‘They’re just jealous that they don’t have a woman like mine.’ Lena lifted her eyebrows, leaning back in his arms to look up into his face. He...was just as handsome to her as when they’d first met in the airport, barely more than a week ago, and his crystal blue eyes were glinting at her. ‘I’m your woman, am I?’ ‘Don’t you want to be?’ Lena shrugged, lowering her lashes and biting her lip when she felt his grip around her waist tighten. Barely more than a week and she already knew she’d never be. She then demandedthat I practice putting my bra on and taking it off ten times. As ifI'll ever need this skill again, I thought.She finally handed me her scoop neck brown and white striped tshirt withthe short, feminine cap sleeves. I slipped the blouse on, again feelingthe feminine clothes and underthings strangling my masculinity, like wetburlap smothering a small campfire. The neck line offered a clear viewof my somewhat tan, slender upper chest and an occasional glimpse of theedges of. Aware that the chemistry was a little too volatile, she spent the remainder of the evening trying to avoid another flirt-off. It was becoming a battle of wits and they both began to wonder if the effort to deny their respective attraction was worthless. Mia also drew the line of drinking any more beer for the rest of the night, deciding that a level head was required if she wanted to resist temptation. It was getting late and both Jesse and Mia were exhausted (mentally and physically.) She. Well, back to my date! Dinner was just about perfect. The service was great, and our dinner came quickly. My wife had a dish she enjoyed very much, and I had a steak that was just perfect as well. We had nice conversation, a couple drinks, and just had a great time. We talked and laughed and made a connection we hadn’t had in a long time. The check came, and we were ready to leave. When we got into the car, I asked what she would like to do next. She suggested we rent a movie and go home to.