“Me? Hell….you are one tough woman.” “I try to be, in there at least.” “Well, I am confident you will get a ‘guilty’ verdict.”.I no...dded. “Thank you for your help.” “It’s my job.”“I better get home.” “Already? You ever go out for a drink?” he asked.“At times.”“Could this be one of those times?” “You’re asking me out?” I asked.‘Yes, I am.”“Sure, ok….. why not.” “Good, I know a great place, around the corner.” He said.“Ok.” I said following him.“So this is your spot?” I asked.He nodded. “Ok.”I. On the appointed day I met her at the bus station and we started our journey. Feeling brave I asked her “What is your bra size?” To which, after a slight hesitation, she replied 34 b or a. this I didn't believe but I didn't know my wife's bra size. Jane asked “What is Sara's size?” “I have no idea.” “Why don't we go and get a bra?” which we did.When we got to the store the assistant asked what we were looking for. Jane produced the bra and said “We want one this size.” “What colour?” I said. .. I don't know if it was the multiple screaming orgasms shehad just been driven to, or if this was a girl who - beneath her sternexterior - genuinely enjoyed her work."Miki! Sweetheart! Sugartits!" The director clasped a clammy hand to myshoulder as I stepped in front of the cameras. "Look, I know this isgoing to be hard for you to hear, but you've hardly given me a good shotall night." What!?" This piece of utter trash. After all those compromisingpositions I'd shown him, how could he say. "I dunno...I just have a fantasy that me and you hook up" he said.I didn't know what to think. Steven was the last person in the world I ever thought could be gay."So, are you gay?" I asked."NO! I just get really horny and stuff..."At this point Steven was rubbing his junk through his gym shorts. I can't explain it. A part of me thought, "Ok, no one will ever know."He moved closer to me and I started getting excited. He pulled his shorts off and at first I looked away. Steven is my height but a.