“Friday?” she asked. Philip shook his head with assurance. “Okay, you’re on,” Anne said. That Friday, after work, Anne met Phil...ip at a small café downtown. She wore a red satin party dress and gold high heels. Her hair was curled, the way Philip liked it. Philip was worn from the day at the office, his tie was loosened around his neck and the sleeves of his oxford were rolled up. It was the way Anne liked him. From the café they drove to the parking lot of the skyscraper building.. But she agreed. I told what I was wanting, I think we were both nervous. i know I was....I retrieved a big black old worn black belt of mine. It was about 1 1/2” wide. I told her she could hit me as hard as she felt comfortable with. Again, she agreed, but I could see the doubt in her eyes.I stripped down, and kneeled over the bed. She asked me 3 or 4 times if I was ready. The first came both expectantly and unexpectantly at the same time. 20 more came at varying intensity, but nothing really. High heels were easier to get used to than the lower-heeled shoes, and I soon got familiar with the zipper or the buttons in an unusual place, or the waistband wrapping the "wrong" way. Amber cautioned me daily about sitting properly and keeping my legs together; I told her that I felt naked when I was wearing a short skirt. It got easier with time.My breasts grew enough to overfill my B cup bras, and the pressure against them felt like protection. When I slept I used a T-shirt to cover them.. " To me, that is all very stupid. I know guys that asked two or three girls out on the same day, got shot down by all of them, and have never asked any girls out since. Then, there are guys like me who put off asking anyone because they were afraid they would get turned down too." That's plain silly, Larry. I bet every girl in our class would have gone out with you. Of course, that's if they weren't already going with someone else." Would you have gone out with me if I'd asked you back in.