In his bar after work, I spoke to strangers more, flirting with other men, something I had never done before meeting Renaud. Some asked me if I was ha...ing an affair with Renaud as my attention seemed to be always on him. Of course, I couldn’t answer truthfully as that would have ruined everything I was striving for, but this denial gave rise to another problem. If he wasn’t mine then he was free to talk to whoever he pleased – I grew jealous of the attention he gave to others, especially other. They werediscussing Tina's husband Bob. Evidently he would be their next target.I couldn't make out the details, but it sounded like the four of themwere working out the plot of a play. I got dressed and washed up andwent back in the living room. All of a sudden the room got quiet, andall eyes were on me. Tina spoke up."Maybe we can get Ken to help us," she asked Sharon and Debbie."Count on it," replied Sharon. And then to me, "Ken, dear. Don't forgetto take your lipstick home." She threw. "Nowremember--back arched, shoulders back."I remembered. Adjusting my purse strap, I took a deep breath and steppedin the general direction of Hot Nails.My shoes tapped across the pavement with a distinctive click; the satinlining of my pencil skirt slid deliciously against my pantyhose. I stuckmy "chest" out as best I could and relaxed my wrists near the waistbandof my skirt, my elbows bent. As I walked, I realized that I wasessentially completely free of any male aspect of my being, save. While Bri was unbuttoning her blouse, I admitted that I'd drifted off at least three times today in class, imagining us doing the same thing (and more) without our nighties on. When Bri's sexy little black bra came into view, I realised that while I'd been playing with myself, I'd also been wondering if that was how her pussy felt, too, if she'd enjoy it as much as I did if I ran my fingers over her clit...I'm not a lesbian. Really, I'm not. I'd spent the whole day at school looking at girls,.