..” I joked.I started my walk back up the beach by myself and played my eye-contact game as I went. The vast majority of guys looked away as soon a...s I looked at them with only a few being brave enough, or young enough, to maintain their gaze. It was a fun exercise in human nature with the combination of my exhibitionism and their male psychological feebleness, and I enjoyed it immensely. It wasn’t really a turn on, per se, but it was arousing in a weird kind of way.As I made my way past the. ’ Deidre took a breath. ‘But Cynthia, you are someone important to him. This means you are important in this family and will possibly be a part of our lives. Despite everything, I want him to be happy and you make him happy. So, I hope, we can find a way to get along.’ Cynthia exhaled, ‘Look, whatever happened between you two is really none of my business. Darius and I well… We’re friends. That’s it. Besides, he never…’ Deidre smiled, ‘It’s more than friendship. If it weren’t, you wouldn’t. She said nothing, but watched me with a pensive expression. I was sure she had heard various proposals from men before, but this one would be different. ‘You want to go to University but can’t because you’re not a lad. If they thought you were a lad, though. You could easily slip by. Forgive me for being direct, but if you change your clothes and manner just a bit, you could pass as a boy,’ I offered, preparing for the slap I feared was forthcoming. She sat for a moment, thinking about what. And a firm but less than re assuring hand on my shoulder. I'd been told to sit down, shut up and not interfere. Will had made that quite clear ... The bloke who normally minded the door was looking at me, his firm hand had applied some downward pressure on my shoulder, leaving me in no doubt but to comply.So how had this little predicament come to pass? Well it all began in the typical way. As usual hubby wants to spice things up, starts messing about on the internet, finally persuades her to.