It wasn’t a sudden infatuation or mere lust, it was something deeper than that. A natural closeness. That settled, I was fast asleep within moments.... found myself grinning into the mirror as I thought about Mel while I shaved the next morning; I did manage to resist messaging her again until lunch time. She sent one back a couple of minutes later. Guess she was indeed looking out for my messages.Helga, my secretary / personal assistant / general lifesaver, came into my office and caught me. I doubted he'd be able to stop drinking but at least I could try.I spent the rest of the day taking care of miscellaneous stuff. I've tried to let my money help me in the day-to-day things. I used a maid service, yard service, and pool service. Each was on a call out basis so they didn't just show up.It was now time to get ready for the evening and I was nervous. I don't know why, but I guess I do worry about how people perceive me. Well, no matter, I finished up and headed for the garage.Up to. She is wearing a figure hugging red lamē dress with silver sequins. Her hair is a blonde wig piled high with a perfect fringe just above her eyebrows. She wears lots of makeup and it is perfectly applied. Her long legs are clad in shimmering flesh-toned hose, with darker fully-fashioned heels and back-seams. Her shoes are red high-heeled pumps at least four inches high.Her attention to detail is rigorous; even her elegant fingernails are painted with cherry-red nailpolish and gold bangles grace. I hate being a virgin. It sucks." "You're still a virgin? Wow. Have you ever fooled around at all?" She cupped one hand casually on her breast. "I've kissed a few boys and let them, you know, touch my tits. That's all. What I really want...", she turned toward me, her nearest breast pressing against my arm, "... is some guy with a hard dick, who would rather fuck than go to church and memorize verses out of the..." That was my cue. I put my arm around her and pulled her gently toward me. Her.