Then he looked into a lower drawer for a nice t-shirt. The t-shirt was just like any other t-shirt. It was a gray t-shirt with cappedneon green slee...es that said "Winning Streak on Fleek". He didn't knowwhat that meant, but it wasn't too girlie so he selected it. Finally hewent to his closet to pick out a pair of jeans. It didn't surprise himthat all the clothes fit him. Even Julienne's sneakers (Sketchers girl'ssneakers in purple and black with laces) fit. Once he had finishedselecting. Carly fingered the choker. As Carly dropped her hand, it ‘accidentally’ brushed across Angela’s breast. Carly refilled the wine glasses. The wine seemed to be hitting Angela a little harder than normal and she attributed it to the morning’s events. She told herself to slow down. Carly said she would like to ask Angela another question about the master bathroom. They went back upstairs and Carly pointed into the shower. When Angela was all the way in the room, Carly pressed her against a wall. Even so, as we worked, I managed to persuade myself that I'd misread her intentions — and I was caught off guard when the atmosphere suddenly changed. Going backward and forward into the rooms, we’d meet in the hall going in opposite directions. This time, Faith was bringing in a box and I leaned back against the wall, intending to allow her to pass. But the size of the box meant it would be a tight squeeze and she turned her back to me. Oh, my God. As she moved closer, I was tingling and my. . . . No, he doesn’t know.”“Last night, let me tell you, I’ve got to get out ofhere. I came home early and crashed for a while. I wokeup when the door slammed shut and I’d been asleep for awhile, so I had to piss. I take three steps into thehallway when I hear them in the front room. There’s thismirror by the front hallway. I look into it and Alan isstripping off her clothes. Hell, I couldn’t help butwatch. You should have seen the nipples on.