She thought about it for a few minutes and said "You have been wearing myclothes, they couldn't have fit you very well." No, no they didn't." I saidSh... looked at me for a second and said "Well, I guess this is just aphase and what harm can it do."I said "Thank you mom, but could we keep this to ourself, I don't wantJim , Amy or Dad to know."She said "That is understandable, it will be our little secret. Youbetter be carefull when you dress up and make sure they aren't home. Nowlets get you some. I knew that is why Kristy was sitting there doing what she was doing. We could potentially be ruined financially if we failed a party this early on.One of the guys got up and turned the music louder and yelled, "Let's get this party started!"I and I'm sure Kristy knew there was no more stalling. She had seen one other dancer at a party and kind of knew what was next. Kristy stood up with a cheer from the guys. She turned and asked the guy sitting next to her, "You're the groom are you not?"He. She was wearing brown sugar-colored pantyhose, and black, chunky-heeled leather designer shoes. Her burnt red hair was ravishing, and her face had dark makeup around the eyes. She stood just outside her front door, posing with her right hand on her hip, smiling maliciously with her cherry lips. She was dressed like a femme fatale! As totally shocked as I was, I tried to hide the lump that was slowly rising up from my pants as she sauntered up to my car. I tried my hardest to keep my excitement. Despite my due diligence, my score card was pretty empty. I grew up on a farm far from the nearest town so I never received the proper socialization required to attract and keep the opposite sex entranced. I long ago concluded that my efforts to enjoy the pleasures of sex rated at least a B, but my execution was an F—and that score might be generous. So I took up my position at O’Grady’s, hoping for the best and expecting the usual.The bar had by now started to fill. There were two empty seats.