"How 'bout one more thing to make it fair?" What?" If I win, I get her ... then I get you."I looked over at her with a wicked grin. She laughed."You n...ever give up. Even crushing out on this other girl, you still want me."I shrugged my shoulders. She had a point. Sometimes my desire for her got ridiculous, but then, if I could somehow get them both -- Well, why not?She thought about it. "Alright," she said finally, "It's a deal. I'll stay away from her until the end of today. Then she's fair. 'Angela, lend Michael some nail varnish remover would you.Michael, don't let your dad catch you wearing that stuffagain, for all of our sakes.''Mum...'She cut off my protest with a silent look. It just said'don't bother going there'. She left the table. Angela tookmy hand and walked me upstairs. I allowed myself to belead. We cleaned the remainder of the nail varnish off myhands. I felt hideous; my family all thought I was somekind of faggot who ran around dressed like a girl.'Ang, we're going. "So, if it is going to work for you, what does that mean, exactly?" I tried to be cool, but my body temperature was rocketing and I'm sure the dilation of my pupils gave me away. Sue leaned forward, stretching her t-shirt tightly across her 33A's as she said, "Our office just closed for the weekend. You're in outside sales. No-one is going to notice if you are not in the office." She paused, looking to see how I was reacting. I was right with her, and my trousers were definitely reacting. I. It is beautiful. I really love it. You should be proud of your bottom. It makes you look very sexy." Oh, yeah?" Yeah" I said with vehemence. "Well ... well, thank you. I ... I never heard anybody say that. Everybody always looks at me like I'm deformed." Well, I don't think you're deformed. You have a most fantastic shape."She ducked her head, then looked back up, smiling at last. "Now you've made me feel all funny. I've got to go." She pulled her basket into the aisle and swiftly pushed it.