He grabbed something from behind the sofa and whistled. I looked in his direction and gasped when he was pointing at this cute outfit beside him in th... sofa :o "I bought this for your aunt, but she refuse to wear it. So, now it's all yours! Go upstairs and put it on, princess!" He said, laughing. I froze. What the fuck?!? What is happening? "No, dude! What the fuck? I don't wear shit like that! I'm not a faggot, mister! I only like girls!" I've always wanted to try on some girls clothes, but. “Dear Claudia:Congratulations on completing your first dare. I got a glimpse of you and you looked spectacular. I hope you felt the same. Your second challenge will be easy; you just have to enjoy it. I’ve arranged for you to get a full body massage at the Pampered Woman studio in town. It’s prepaid; call and ask for Marcel. I won’t be able to observe you this time, so I’ll need you to tell me how it went. I include an email address at the end; it’s a proxy which will forward your. As you know, I’m not a wealthy person. I hate to ask you this, but I need for you to find a part-time job to supplement your student allowance.’ I remembered thinking to myself that she could always go back to work. The fact that I said nothing was all about me being scared of her reaction if I mentioned it. This was what led to my meeting Mrs Frangelico. There was a café next to the bus stop where I caught the bus home from University. One afternoon I looked in the window at the rich. The ‘fitness craze’ had hit America with the success of Jane Fonda work-out videos, the sudden ‘glamour’ personal fitness trainers and health clubs frequented by young and old donning spandex and leg warmers. Because the gyms were unisex, it fast became a place for singles to meet one another other than bars. Hudson was already taken by Sonya, so he did not actively seek out a girl at the gym. He did find a friend. His name was Kyle Lennox. Several inches shorter than Hudson, he was a stocky.