"Get a move on, I haven't got all night."I could see the smile, such a mirthless humiliating smile as she saw me,the pink bra and panties apparent thr...ough the white nylon of thepetticoat which was a full one, though a mini (meant for wearing under amini dress).My face must have been crimson, the humiliation and shame of it all wasalmost too much to bear. I didn't, couldn't hardly dare look at her, butwhen I did glance up it chilled me to the bone, I could see her eyesgleaming with the most. The call is a little different.”“You’ve got my curiosity up. What’s different about it?” I asked.“The couple you served about an hour ago, they are swingers. They are wanting to play with you. The wife really liked you. Have you been with another woman?” I shook my head no. “You can say no, it will be alright.”“I’m okay with new things, I think I would like to try.” I hadn’t been with a woman, but I was curious.Lisa gave me a tray with a bottle of wine, three glasses, and some crackers. I. I kissed Chrissy’s cheek and shook Dean’s hand. Chrissy was a younger version of Lorraine but with short blonde hair framing a flawless face, she was about five foot seven and a lovely figure. She could very easily have been a model. She was wearing a short pink top and hipster jeans, showing off a pink stone in her belly button. Her top had the word ‘ANGEL’ printed across it in silver. Dean was massive, six foot two or three, and he obviously spent a lot of time in the gym. He had a short. “What? Did you just fucking -” Jason began incredulously, managing to rein in his temper with effort. “How can you say - you gave Emma the Ring!”“I did it for you, Jason.” Helen entreated her son. She reached out her hand and looked hurt when he took a step back from her. “This was the only way - the only way you could have what you wanted.”“It was up to me to decide -”“But you weren’t deciding, baby.” His mother said softly. “You told me yourself what you wanted - to get a house where we could.