They helped a little, but made me thirsty, and before I knew it, there was another drink in my hand. People were nice, overall… even the letches. Th... woman who had interviewed me earlier in the week took me aside and made some small talk before asking me the question that I’d half expected. She was very nervous, and I think I did a pretty good job of letting her down easy, telling her that I was flattered, but that I didn’t go in for relationships like that… but I truly wished her luck in. He was a serious hottie and if Michael had a problem it was that he knew it. He'd been spoiled by women his whole life and I was probably the worst."Mom, this is Michael, a friend of mine from college. Mike, meet Mom," I giggled nervously and hoped Mom wouldn't jump the gun and assume the worst about us, that we were having sex."Hello, Michael," Mom said cautiously, wiping her hands dry and smiling in her blue summer dress. It looked nice on her."Hi. Nice to meet you," he smiled and nodded.. Her every breath was now a long, deep draught of air that she held as long as possible then expelled slowly until her lungs must have been almost empty, ready to suck the next pheromone-laden intake past her vomeronasal organ. She edged her seat nearer and managed to twist in it so that her thigh pressed against mine. I did not attempt to move away, what would have been the point? Her notepad caught my eye. It started with line after line of small neat handwriting accurately summarising the. Technically I did.” She finally understood what this was about. “But nothing happened,” she hastily added.“It doesn’t matter if something happened. So far this was just some hare-brained idea that I could dismiss before anything went wrong. But what you’ve just told me gives this a whole new quality.”“Frank, what’s the problem, nothing has happened, I swear.” But her face told me she knew exactly what was the problem.“My ever loving wife has offered two men the opportunity to have sex with her,.