"The week before the bet the girls would ask me how my boot camp isgoing. I would just say I am progressing nicely and they will besurprised. They ke...pt asking what I was going to wear, and reminded methat I had to go through what they did.Friday finally arrived. Heather stopped in for lunch and I was thetopic of the conversation.Lisa, Cindy and Charlene asked if I was going to back out. Not with allthe work I have and will put into this. He has practiced his deportmentwhile partially dressed. I grabbed those iron-hard butt cheeks of his and forced myself back onto him.“Oh god,” Thomas moaned out.Jackson yelled out so loud that I could hear it, “Oh God is right, we’re in the shitter!”I giggled at that and went back down on him. After maybe twenty more seconds Thomas said with obvious irritation in his voice, “Well, I’m kind of busy right now but I’ll come in.”He ended the call and looked at me forlornly.“Duty calls?” I asked, not masking the disappointment in my voice.“Yeah,” he. Then she had me open my mouth, show my tongue, checked my eyes and did all the medical stuff. Just when I thought she was done, she started pressing various places in my chest and abdomen asking "does it hurt here" or something like that. She went down even further, below my navel and while pressing in one place, as I was watching her face, she suddenly showed a shocked look. She asked "does it hurt here" and "do you feel any lump". I did not feel anything wrong so I said no. "I need to check. You watchher take an olive maxi skirt off a hanger and hold it up. You nod and pointto a red mini skirt nearby you think would look cute on you. And then yousee it, the sign towards the back of the store.Prom.Fuck yes!"Aunt Ellen," you say, impishly. "Look!" She turns and catches sight of thesign, and you see her shoulders drop. She thinks she knows your game."You're going to the prom?" she asks incredulously, walking over to youstill carrying the olive skirt."Can we just look?" you ask, a.