.. you did the right thing... no woman could have avoided becoming excited... do nothing... do nothing... the clerk will never come back... The dress ...as a tangible, real symbol of what Cindy so desperately wanted to believe--needed to believe in order to save her sanity.But nothing ever helped the cold stab of utter terror which would slice through Cindy when the doorbell rang, or the phone jingled, or somebody would hail her name... For in that instant before she heard or saw who it was, she. For her. For you.”“If this was for her and for me, what about you?” I asked.“If we decide it’s right, then it will be for you and me. But not now; not today.”“What about your parents!”“What about them? If I’m happy, they’ll be fine.”“How can you be happy with this?”“Because I could be her for you. It made me happy to be her for you. This time.”“So, what do we do now?” I asked.“Well,” she said, laughing softly, “I suggest you take a shower and then we have breakfast. You have a train to. You won't find JerrySpringer or Emmitt Smith in the story but I hope you still find itto be good fun! Chapter 1 - TGIM - Thank God It's MondayWhile he was driving to work on Monday in his cute VW bug, Bobthought to himself that he was so glad the weekend was over as herecalled his ultimate humiliation at Dan's house on Saturday. Whycould he not get those damn fasteners undone, he asked himself. Tothink that he'd wet his pants like a toddler, and then to have toendure the mortifying. Mr. Wright, who had no son of his own, was especially happy any time I dropped over. ‘Can Tommy stay for dinner,’ Kris asked her mom. ‘Of course he can,’ Mr. Wright answered happily, the prospect of a dinner table conversation with another male present irresistible. ‘Oh, by the way, we’re dating now, Tommy and I that is,’ Kris said simply. Both her parents’ eyes opened wide in surprise. ‘Oh my gawd,’ her little s****r Mandy blurted, then added as she ran from the room, ‘Wait til Gail hears.