You’ll just keep asking until you get it right so my answer is: you’ll see when we get there.’ We got into the car and I headed towards Lancaste... Avenue. ‘Very mysterious,’ said Jeff. I changed the subject, not just to change the subject. ‘I’ve been thinking about what you said about attacking my Father’s image. You’re bad for his image in his mind. It’s a shame, because he could do a lot worse.’ ‘I hope that’s not meant to be a compliment.’ ‘We’re talking about his view. You know I think. I knew she wanted me, I could tell by the looks she gave me when I was over mowing her lawn, and I was sure this outfit would do the trick. I teased the hell out of her too, but that's another story. Or it will be if I ever get her to let me under her skirt.So there I am, still dressed in my slut-costume and handing out candy. I thought of Gina out there, only being allowed to get non-chocolate candy and a thought crossed my mind. Maybe there was a way I both of us could get what we wanted.Like. This was why I was standing on a mattress in the centre of a room with a blindfold over my eyes and bugger all else on."Here we are then," a man's voice said at my shoulder, "this is, uh, Cherry. Cherry, this is, uh, Butch."How I hated all this cloak and dagger business, it did nothing to help the mood of the moment and only added confusion to an already baffling situation, not for the first time I wondered how I had let myself be talked into agreeing to the whole thing. Nevertheless I reached. I come home from work after a long day and find them laughing and joking already a few drinks deep.Peter encourages me to join in and catch up with them by doing some shots (never a good thing for me), I reluctantly agree and before I know it I've already downed 4 shots of tequila.Then without warning my girlfriend comes straight out and tells me what she's been talking to Peter about!I've been telling Peter about your fantasy, I immediately turn bright red feeling embarrassed that someone else.