She lets the water wash over her as she tries very hard to think of something other then his muscle rippling body…*God I need to get laid* she think... to herself as she starts to wash her hair. Sounds like a sore sport yeah? Phoenix gripped the sweats mid air clicking the .45 to safety and tossing it on the couch. He began to put them on and then looked up. Fucking? Me and you? Well thats a damn bloody shame. Id hate to prove the blaggard right Smirking he pulled the sweats up and tied them. Peggy had mentioned that Ray was feeling her up and kissing her for the last few hours. I told them it was time for us to go take a dip.Peg and ray were making out in the back seat. Tom was turned sideways in the front seat and he kept an eye on them and kept glancing from them to me. we arrived in a few minutes and drove into the garage and dropped the door with the remote. Ray and Peg had not stopped making out the entire drive. We got there and I pulled into the garage and dropped the door.. They would make jokes, send me text messages on my phone ande-mails to my work address, even mail me items like a lace hanky, with anote that I was to stuff it down into the breast pocket of my shirt, butnot too far. To them it was a game but all I could think about was theever increasing chance of being discovered as a sissy fashion plate. Ontop of everything else, the fact that I wasn't getting sexual reliefadded to my nervousness. That was resolved somewhat when I began to havewet dreams.. She made me say the words, “as a gentleman.” If you had met her you would understand what I mean. She came from an era when women wore hats and gloves. Oh and men were “gentlemen.” So until now I have carried this story inside. With the email from her son Jean I was free of that gentleman’s promise. So here goes. Mayfair Apartment, London, October 19, 1955 Svetlana gazed out the window of the large Mayfair apartment. The tailored black satin Chanel dress made her feel so wonderful she almost.