The only person I'd been naked with was my mom's best friend, but that's another story.The guys were really great. They taught me about quality and fa...hion. I have a unique ability to recall color perfectly and they thought it was crazy that I could pick something up and match it with something else across the store and the colors would be right on. This was before anyone heard of sexual harassment and they would constantly tease me. When they would walk by they would take a squeeze at my. Every sound seems amplified. I notice that the rungs are quite far apart. "Erotic photography techniques is way up there," you point with a dart of your eyes, "just give me a minute and watch carefully, um, that the ladder doesn't move." You lift your skirt slightly to free your legs to climb the first two rungs of the ladder. I spread my stance, placing my feet on either side of it and I hold the sides firmly as my chest and torso faintly brushes against your body. You linger for a moment,. " Like what?" How about this: If you lose, you will swear, on our family bible, that you will wear any and all underwear that I pick out for you, without complaint, every single day for the rest of your life."I gulped. Any underwear? Forever? My heart thumped hard in my chest. Would I do it? Could I control myself?Where would this lead? What was I committing myself to?My mind was a fog."Come on, come on..." Janice said, testily. "Do you agree?"I looked in my heart an knew, ultimately, that this. Is it still available?”“Why yes,” I stammered. “Err… why not come in for a coffee in the kitchen and I could tell you what’s involved.”“Is it ok to leave my bike against your fence?” She gestured towards a lime green cycle with white-walled tyres.“Sure. It’ll be quite safe there.” I led the way to the kitchen at the back of the cottage. “I’m Al, by the way.”I heard her give a little giggle as she followed me down the hall. “Ali and Al. That’s going to be a bit confusing, isn’t it? Maybe I’ll.