I looked at Jhoni.She had a big grin on her face and whispered to me, "the ... mmm ... undershirt, too."I pulled the tee shirt over my head and tossed... it next to my jacket on the carpet covering the cart bed. Then I turned to Jhoni and spread out my arms. James Junior and my testicles were both outside the fly of my boxers. It actually felt sort of liberating to be standing down in my garage, listening to the rain outside in just my shoes, socks, and boxer with my family jewels out for the. Her skirt rode up her thighs — but not enough to expose the goods.On her return, Julie hadn't adjusted her dress and she handed out the drinks before slowly sitting, trying not to spill her wine. Two men were disappointed. "What's up, boys,” Sue said, grinning, “didn't you get to see up Julie’s skirt? You pervs." “It’s just unfair,” I countered with a glum face. “I keep missing out, firstly on our dare night, now this." Tony added, "That's right, he did miss out. And, if I remember correctly,. I get overwhelmed with trying to choose what to wear, for example. In a way, that is the best thing about living here. I'm independent, but I don't have much choice. I mean, look at this 'room.' I wear one pair of jeans and three t-shirts during the week. And my underwear, most of the time. At the end of the week, I change to my other pair of jeans and remaining t-shirt and do laundry. That's all I have. There aren't any choices to make. I don't come home and try to decide what to watch on TV.. I think he just wore me down." What made it so hard to say yes? You knew you were in love with him, and you knew there wasn't any doubt in his mind that he was in love with you."I'm sorry ... I'm prying ... It's none of my business," Jenny trailed off."That's OK," Ingrid smiled. "I must have asked myself the same question a thousand times too!"She paused and she looked off into the distance for a moment."You remember what I said about secrets ... how we all have them? Well, I had one I couldn't.