He would have to convince the inspector that he was genuine. Itdidn't have to be totally life-like, just close enough to be convincing.Perhaps he coul... flirt a little? With a man? Jason shuddered at thethought, and turned his mind back to the task in hand.He had decided to shave his legs, since he knew he would have to wear adress and hose (torch singers never wore trousers - not glamorousenough) but the outfit he had previously picked out for Peggy was alittle snug on him, and he could not get. "And how was work today, any better?" she asked as she took the wine, andI followed her out to the deck."it was OK," I said, not wanting to talk about it, as she sat down on thecushion of the wicker chair and comfortably crossed her lovely legs. "I'mgonna go in and change," I added and moved to go to our bedroom and getout of my suit."No, you're not," Marla said calmly. As I paused, she took a sip of herwine and added, "You're going to sit down and tell me how your job wenttoday."Used to. Each night however we would have phenomenal marathon sessions of sex and afterwards she would quiz me more and more about sex. As a result of her coy and flirtatious persistence (“Don’t be shy Rob. C’mon tell me what you want. If you tell me I might do it.”) I started to open up. She asked if girls should be “slutty” in bed, or should they be “the girl next door” type? What turned men on more she would ask. Did I fantasize about being tied-up? Did I ever do it with two girls at once? Did I. As we were trading numbers we heard my husband’s light snoring, he had actually fallen asleep in the few minutes we were at the car. “Did he really fall asleep that fast?” George asked. I joked and replied “Yup, he always falls asleep as soon as his head hit’s the pillow, or the arm rest in this case.”George and I chatted for a couple of minutes outside the car, the parking lot emptied out fast and it wasn’t long before we were the only two cars left. Being very wet from him turning me on in.