“No I’m bisexual.” “Really? So have you ever had a boyfriend?”I shook my head. “Yeah, a couple”His eyes ran over my body, stopping at my... breast before going to my short black skirt, which I suddenly wished was longer. “You and my sister, do y'all ever have sex?” he asked, moving closer to me.I felt the sting of awkwardness as I tried to answer the simple question “No, not yet.”I could have sworn I saw a smirk come across his beautiful face.He put a hand on my bare knee, and I could instantly. ‘You’re quite the free spirit. We should talk, you and I. We’re going to have so much fun. Click the link below to chat with me. Love, The Nerterologist’ The link was to a site called drkmsngr.com.She frowned and thought silently, ‘How did that not get flagged as spam?’ She didn’t think about it again until she got another email in school on Monday. There were just two weeks until the end of the school year and finals were next week. She was dressed normally since there were no more sports. But she could easily find the positive in this - she had a handful of dresses in her closet that she never wore. John loved them, but she'd always felt that they were unprofessional - this was a perfect opportunity to bring them out, start wearing something a little more light, a bit more 'fun' to work.Molly opened her eyes with a big smile on her face, and checked herself out in the mirror once more. Yes, if she wore dresses, she'd be able to hide the tattoo (almost a pity - it somehow set off. They ask us to come next door for a dance - I look at Jane and she quickly says "why not". We all enter the darker room with disco lights flashing and the music blaring. I offer to get some drinks and take the order to the bar. James says he will come to help. We get served and find a table near the back in a dark corner with a clear view of the dance floor. James and I chat about work, sport etc but all the time we are both watching the dance floor. Marcus and Jane are laughing and as soon as.