Previously, she had always taken those looks as admiration or even envy. Now she found herself considering if any of them were looking at her in the s...ame way as a man might, and that thought made her feel a little funny when she considered it.Another consideration that had crept into her thoughts during those last months before Carol had moved out was that if anyone else knew about her roommate, would they by inference conclude that she shared the same interests? The idea of guilt by. Wasn't always this way. The sex part that is, the flirting that was always there. Then recently we both went for what we each knew the other wanted and now we get it on most weeks. Anyway, his last afternoon visit I mention a sore back and he says let me give you a massage, I am pretty good at it.He said to grab two small towels in case my hubby entered as we were dangerously close to his return time, as if towels would somehow make it either explainable or acceptable, and we headed to my. ‘Why not?’ I ask, trying to sound non-threatening. ‘Bec-c-c-cause of th-th-this!’ he says as he stands up. I’m not sure if he means the stuttering or the tent his cock is making of his swimsuit. ‘Every t-t-t-time this happens,’ he says, glancing down at the front of his swimsuit. ‘I st-t-t-tutter!’ he says angrily. ‘How c-c-can I ask anyone out?’ he asks, turning away from me, embarrassed. ‘Did I do that?’ I ask teasingly, knowing full well the affect my body has on men. I workout regularly. After pushing in my debit card, the screen lighted up as usualand greeted me by name, "Hello Barbara Taylor. What would you like todo?"I pushed Cancel and grabbed my card as it was ejected. The name on it,embossed and plainly visible, was Ronald Taylor. So I pushed it back inand read the same greeting."Oh, well," I thought with a mental shrug. "There's been a malfunction."Okay, as long as I could get the $40 fast-cash disbursement, it didn'treally matter. I could call the bank on Monday and let.