Where this was going I wasn’t sure. It was his move now.He looked me in the eyes and said, “OK, I don’t think you will do it, but why don’t yo...u take those pants off.”He was daring me to go further. I was breathing hard and even though common sense said to stop I had to go on. I stood up and released the drawstring on my pants. Slowly peeling them off I soon stood there in nothing but a pair of white cotton thong panties.I pointed at his pants and said, “Well?”He stood up and undid his belt and. It will make my plan so much easier.’ With that cryptic remark she left. Now I had to prepare for a confrontation with Becky. I didn’t want her driving over to my house, only to be told that she couldn’t stay, so I decided to call her on Thursday and suggest we went for a drink. She was happy to go to a local Pub that evening, but was curious as this was out of character for me, she knew I was not one for going out drinking. We met at six-thirty so the Pub was not busy and we could take a table. Love means so many different things that you’d think a language with over two million words in it could come up with something more precise. Perhaps it’s because love means so many different things, each one just a bit different, that we can’t be more precise. It was almost dawn by the time I got home. Not surprisingly, neither Stacey nor Barbara were waiting up for me. Amber was asleep in my bed. She’d left me a littlenote. ‘Hope you had a good time.’ She’d added a postscript when she gave up. Although to Katie, she just looked like Caroline, about to go to school,the effort that she had put in to manage to achieve that look had beenimmense. After the late night Saturday, a busy weekend, that dork of asister pouring her nighttime drink over her, the damage limitationprocedures she had to go through to just look normal in her own eyes hadtaken time. Now feeling better about herself than she had nearly an hourago with a cup of coffee and some wheatowhatsits inside she would be.