Therewas a little caf? in the complex below my apartment so I meandered backwith him following like he was on a covert mission or something. Everytime... I stopped to look in shop windows he would stop or cross the roadbefore falling in behind me a couple of hundred metres. It was comical,but it also made me nervous, what if he was a rapist or something? No Iwas just being paranoid. Still I was happy when I got to the safety ofthe caf?. I ordered and sat at a table where I could look around. It was like we shared a little naughty secret, I hadn't felt such a thrill since that night (even though I'd had sex since). It lay between us, not spoken about but there, leaving a level of sexual tension still there. We became friends, he borrowed my DVDs and stuffOne weekend around Easter I'd arranged to pick up a film from his - I'd had a really naughty morning, getting myself off in the shower with the shower head and fingering my pussy so that it was all swollen and juicy. I'd shaved my. “What’s the worst that could happen?”Of course scenarios of the worst things do run through his head. He could be forever changed into a woman. He could get in trouble for illegal human experimentation. He could lose his job. And who knows what else.“I’m sure I can come up with a reversal,” he thinks out loud.But would he be able figure out a way to lessen his hours in order to keep his promise to his girlfriend. Would he be able to delay his boss long enough to make a reversal? Most likely. Jordie had mixed in with the group of younger people, Nancy, Melissa andTrevor. That had resulted in Steve and I standing together in the back.I saw both Lisa and Sarah occasionally looking back at us.It had quickly warmed up, so I pulled my spirit jersey over my head andtook it off. I asked Steve to hold it for me as I fixed the damage ithad done to my ponytail. When I went to ask for it back, I caught himstaring at my chest. The t shirt I was wearing was definitely tightagainst my fake.