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Chapter 6 - Sarah and Kent It was Friday two weeks after the conference and Sarah was having a quite afternoon in the office. The visit plans for the next week was complete and most of the timesheets for the previous week had been returned although there were always a few that were missing usually from the same people. Sarah would have to have a word with them, there was no reason for them to be as late as some always seem to be, after all the other careers managed to get theirs in on time. She was just thinking about what to do about them when Andy walked in. "Hello, I didn't think you were coming back today," said Sarah surprised to see him. "I wasn't but the meeting finished early and the weekend away was cancelled. Diane had to go up to York with her Mother. Looks like her grandmother might be dying." Andy looked dejected, probably more at missing the weekend with Diane than concern about her grandmother. "I'm sorry," said Sarah wishing she could give him a cuddle. "No matter, usual meeting then?" he asked a bit more brightly, "Give me a few minutes to make some coffee and then come in." "OK," said Sarah tidying away the notes she had been working on. They always met on Friday afternoons assuming Andy was in the office, to review the past week and look for any potential problems that might surface during the following week. She finished tidying her desk, picked up her note pad and went in to his office but he was on the telephone. He waved her in and she sat down in front of his desk. She was wearing a short black, long sleeve dress, sheer black tights and black patent high heels which gave her a very professional look, one she had copied from Clair. As she crossed her legs showing far too much thigh she was grateful there was a barrier between them. She wondered what Andy would think if he could see her from behind the large oak desk. What if she moved her chair around to the side of the desk so that he could see her long shapely legs better? She wondered what he would do. Would he be able to keep his eyes from straying up and down her long, black-nyloned, sensual calves watching her as she moved thinking that she hadn't noticed as she wrote out the orders for next week? She would make an attempt at pulling the dress down but that would just show even more of her thighs. Would he like that...? The phone snapped onto its cradle and she was back in the room with a jolt. Things had gotten a little uncomfortable between her legs so she crossed them the other way. "Sorry about that," said Andy. "Oh... that's alright... So how did the meeting go this morning?" said Sarah flustered and pulling down her hem. Andy had been with Northampton Social Services following up a lead from the recent conference. "Great, they are really keen and they've been talking unofficially to Cambridge who gave us a fantastic reference. They said they were looking to renew contracts after Christmas and would be sending tender requests out next week. They also said that they would be keen for us to respond. I'll probably need some help putting it together; they normally arrive late and have to go back in a rush." "Yes of course. Did you see Phil while you were there," she asked nonchalantly pretending to write something in her pad. "Yes, he spoke highly of you. He said he was impressed with the way you handled things when he came to the stand. Are you OK?" She suddenly went quite and very pale. "Yes fine," said Sarah. She had really enjoyed the evening with Phil and waited for him to call after they had both returned home but he never did. Discussing it with Andy had reminded her that nothing had come of it when she was rather hoping it might. He was the first boy she had been with who had not known that she was basically Simon underneath her sexy underwear. She hadn't a clue what would have happened had he found out about her secret indeed the idea had not even raised its awkward head. She had simply been flattered that he was attracted to her, even though they were both a little drunk, especially when they were kissing outside her room and she felt how hard he was, pushing up against her thigh. Her confidence had grown at the same rate as his cock. "You were getting on quite well together I seem to remember," said Andy smiling, "I just caught sight of the two of you going off together when I got dragged back to the bar. I assumed... There isn't a problem is there?" He realised he was beginning to go too far. "No, no problem. We just said goodnight and went to bed. I was shattered. Went off as soon as my head hit the pillow." She didn't sound very convincing. Sarah was still looking at her pad feeling miserable. "Good. By the way, you don't fancy coming to London with me tomorrow do you. I've got a spare theatre ticket could do with cheering up?" "No sorry, I promised Mum we would go shopping together in the afternoon and then we are going out for the evening with my Aunt who's staying over." She felt even more depressed now at having to pass up the opportunity of meeting Andy outside of work. "Another time perhaps," said Andy, "Now, anything looming next week I should know about." She pulled into what must have been the last space in the car park on a busy Saturday afternoon. She was in a hurry and had just completed three laps of the busy multi-storey before spotting someone pulling out of a space. She was meeting Clair for lunch before they hit the shops for some serious therapy. It was mid summer but not as hot as it should have been so her dress was longer than the mini skirts she usually loved to wear which would show off her long slender legs to perfection. She grabbed her handbag opening the door at the same time not noticing that the man standing by the next car was about to unlock his door to leave. "Careful darling," he called, "I'm too young to die." Sarah turned quickly and saw what was about to happen. "Oh I'm terribly sorry, did I catch you?" "No damage done this time. That's a nice little run around, this year's model isn't it? I'm Kent by the way," said the man. "Sarah. Yes my dad bought it for me for passing my exams." She looked at him and he held her stare. She was mesmerised. He was very good looking, just over six foot with thick blonde curly hair, clean shaven and wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. His face was something to die for, thin but not shallow and well tanned with the most gorgeous, deep blue eyes. "He must be doing well then to buy his little girl a nice new car," but she hardly heard him. "Is there something wrong?" "Sorry, er no nothing, yes it was good of him," she finally shook herself free of his gorgeous image. "I used to have one of those a while ago but I prefer the sports jobs now, bit more excitement." She looked down at the powder blue, soft top sports car, a BMW Z3, and suddenly pictured herself in the passenger seat next to Kent, her hair flowing in the wind. Kent noticed she had gone off the air again but could see she was interested. "It runs really well, fancy a spin and see how it goes?" "No, sorry I can't, I'm meeting my Mum I'm afraid." "I didn't mean now, I'm busy myself. How about tomorrow? We could have a drive to a pub I know out towards Newmarket. We could open her a bit if you like, it should be quite on a Sunday." "That sounds nice," Sarah heard herself saying still dazed. "Tell you what, we'll meet right here at midday and you can leave you car. I'll drop you back afterwards, OK?" "Yes that would be good, see you at twelve." He smiled, put on his sunglasses and quickly got into the BMW, pulled back and with a wave was gone. Wow, thought Sarah, what a dish and once again she pictured herself in the car hammering through the roads of Cambridgeshire. "There you are, is everything alright?" asked Clair. She was always concerned about Sarah even though nothing had ever happened to cause a problem, as far as she was knew anyway. Clair was waiting outside the restaurant where they had agreed to meet. She had had to go into the office that morning on an urgent case that was coming to court the following week. Clair had helped her all she could with make-up, her voice and walking, often going out together to give Sarah confidence. She had no idea whether Sarah would see the year out as they had agreed or revert back to Simon sooner but it did seem that week by week Sarah became a little stronger and Simon was slowly slipping away from them. It was not a problem though and, if she was being honest with herself it was nice to have a daughter to share those experiences with that Richard simply didn't understand, especially shopping. "You look nice," said Clair, "I like that dress." Sarah had enjoyed getting ready that morning and had taken her time. A long soak in the bath first and then plenty of perfumed talc. Then tidy her hair, which was a simple cut, and apply her make-up. Once again, light but effective. Her skin was smooth and milky with hardly a blemish, which was set of nicely by the green eye shadow and pink rouge on the cheeks. Today she had also chosen a pale pink lipstick. When she had finished she checked in the mirror and was pleased with the result. It was then time to get dressed. She wore a green matching underwear set which had been padded by Clair in the way all her bras had and her panties were fairly tight which although slightly uncomfortable when her cock was tucked out of the way, gave her a nice feminine shape. She pulled on fresh pair of extremely fine tights, which felt amazing on her smooth talced legs. They were light brown and showed her red varnished toes off to perfection and looked very sexy in the white sandals she had also decided to wear. Although she had also chosen a flowered pattern summer dress in was slightly thicker than just cotton and with a lining so it was quite warm in the chill air but not so heavy that she would be too hot. She checked in the mirror and felt good. A nice looking young lady. She smiled at herself and got ready to leave. "How was work, all done?" asked Sarah. "Yes, no problem, just one of the junior barristers getting in a panic but we sorted him out." They had lunch and then spent a delightful afternoon ambling around the shops of central Cambridge buying the odd outfit that caught their eye plus extras that were always required like underwear and tights and, more recently for Sarah, stockings. On Sunday Sarah met Kent as agreed at the multi story car park in the centre of town. He was leaning on the bonnet of the Z3 talking to someone on his mobile phone. It looked like he was arguing with who was at the other end. When he caught site of her he finished the call and smiled. "Well hello gorgeous, how are you today? Ready for some excitement?" Sarah blushed, "Come on then let's go." They climbed into the car and he pulled out of the car park heading off eastwards out of town. They chatted casually as he pushed on the accelerator and was soon speeding along the dual carriage way at over ninety miles an hour. Sarah's hair was blowing wildly in the wind but it was so exhilarating. When they finally pulled up at the pub just off the main road she was breathless. "So what do think," asked Kent, "like it?" "Fantastic, it's so fast." "Come on lets get a drink and we can sit in the garden," Kent headed into the pub and Sarah followed. Kent noticed the heads turn as they walked through the bar. Sarah was wearing a very short corduroy skirt and a pink brushed wool jumper. Her tights were a dark shade of brown with ankle boots. Kent had looked down at her legs when they were driving but she hadn't noticed. He liked what he saw. They took their drinks into the garden and sat in the sun chatting about the car and Kent's job. He worked for himself delivering expensive cars all around Europe. He was currently working for a main dealer in Cambridge on a short term contract and had moved over from Birmingham where he was normally based. He had bought the BMW cheap when a customer pulled out and had to make a fast sale before moving abroad. Sarah was impressed. He said he also did the odd bit of private work but didn't go into any details. They arrived back at the car park a couple of hours later and Kent got out to hold open the door of Sarah's car. Everything seemed to go quite for a moment as they stood there and Kent leaned forward and took her shoulders in the strong hands. She lowered her eyes for a second and then they kissed, long and passionately. "Like that?" Sarah lowered her eyes. "Yes," she said softly. "We can do it again if you like and you can have a drive next time if you feel you can handle it." She suddenly realised he was talking about the car and blushed at her mistake. They agreed to meet again the following Wednesday in town. Kent was late and Sarah waited for over half an hour before she saw him turn the corner talking on his mobile as he had when they met the previous Sunday. He put the phone away and kissed her on the cheek. She was annoyed that he never apologised but held his arm as they walked off to the local pizza house. He said that he only had time for a quick meal and had to go off early to attend to some business. It sounded mysterious but chatting about the day over the meal soon moved her mind onto other matters. He never called again for over a week after that but suddenly rang and asked if she wanted to go with him to a meeting in Peterborough the following Saturday afternoon. They arranged to meet in the car park as they had done the first time they had gone out together. Sarah was busy that morning seeing a relative so meeting there was ideal for her. He had been abroad delivering a new Jaguar and one or two other things as well but didn't go into details. They sped off once again and she enjoyed every moment of the ride. The sun was hot and once again she had worn a short skirt showing off her long legs. Kent met someone at a house on the outskirts of town while Sarah remained in the car. She saw the man hand over some money to Kent but he never ventured an explanation and she never asked. She wondered if it was the man Kent talked to on the mobile. They flew back to Cambridge breaking at least three traffic laws at any one point in time arriving back at the car park during the early evening. The multi story was quite on the upper decks where they had parked and they got out of the sports car. Kent said he had to go out again and so couldn't be with her for the evening. Sarah was disappointed but he came and stood close to her and held her shoulders. Her legs weakened and she relented. She leaned forward and kissed him and he took her in his arms the way she loved. They kissed for a long time their tongues exploring each other viciously. Kent lifted her onto the bonnet of her car and placed both hands on her knees and began to slide them under her dress over her smooth silky tights. She looked around but the car park was deserted. Oh how she wanted him inside her but that must not happen. Not yet and not here. He must know about her first. She gripped his wrist and slid off the car causing her skirt to slip right to the top of her legs. "I've got to go, when shall I see you again?" she asked embarrassed at showing off her panties. Kent smiled. "Not sure, I will be going away again. I'll let you know when I get back. Maybe you could come with me next time?" "Er... yes Ok, maybe." Sarah's mind was reeling at the offer and how she might swing it. There were too many hurdles in the way at the moment though. She would have to take her time but could she keep Kent at bay without him losing interest in her? She was sure he must have lots of girlfriends. "See you then," he turned and was gone. He disappeared again for over a week but called as soon as he returned. "Hi ya doll, how's it going?" He was infuriating at times, just turning up as if nothing was wrong. She was pleased to hear his voice again though. "Hello, I thought you might have called." "Couldn't, I was in Spain and the phone coverage is not brilliant, it was a bit of a backwater. Still home again and can't wait to get my hands around that lovely body of yours." He annoyance subsided as she took in the words and her body tingled all over at the thought of his hands caressing her. "Listen, I am taking a day or two off fancy doing something?" Sarah thought for a moment. Andy had mentioned that she could take some time out in lieu of her efforts at the conference but there had been too much to do once they had got back. "I could be free for an afternoon but we're very busy at the moment," she said wondering what Kent might suggest. "How about we have a drive over to Norfolk. We could find a nice spot on one of the Broads for the day?" "That sounds nice we could have a picnic if you like, but I could only manage an afternoon" said Sarah. "And you can have a drive of the Z3." That clinched it. The weather was forecast to be hot until the end of the week which together with the thought of driving the BMW and being with Kent for the afternoon in the sun by a lake was more than enough to tip the balance. "That sounds really nice, I could be free on Tuesday. How about I get some food and a bottle of wine at lunch time and then meet you?" "OK, what time and where?" asked Kent. "Well," said Sarah thinking quickly, "I will need about half an hour after I finish. One o'clock at the car park?" "Great see you then." Monday seemed to take forever to come to its dull conclusion and Sarah tripped off home thinking about what she would wear the following day. She woke early to make sure she had time to prepare properly. It was going to be a hot day so she chose a bright, knee-length, summer dress. She considered wearing stockings but then realised what might happen if Kent misunderstood especially if they were alone as they were likely to be. In the end she picked out a pair of white tights and white shoes. She also pulled out a panty girdle she had bought a few weeks earlier at a time when she was feeling less confident about her appearance. She had no real need for the garment as it was intended as she had a beautifully slim figure but she noticed how constricting it was especially underneath, pushing her extra bits nicely out of the way. She pulled it on over her pink nylon panties and made sure she was well tucked up inside. It felt very tight on her but she slid her palm down between her legs and could feel no trace of her boyhood, it even gave her a better feminine shape. She looked in the mirror and felt good. Once again someone seemed to be attracted to her. To Sarah, the alter ego. Her recent admirers had never met Simon, had no knowledge of that past life. She looked in the mirror again from her toes to the tip of her head. She looked good, beautiful even. Men had said so. Andy, Phil and now Kent not forgetting Ben of course but that was different. Kent was nice, uncomfortable at times but friendly and good-looking. She hoped he would think she was nice too. That he would like Sarah as well as ...what?... not Simon... but what. She shuddered. How would she tell him? He needed to know. She wanted him to know. He must know but how? Oh well not today anyway. Another day ... maybe. Like Monday the morning went slowly until it was time to go the shops. She bought some smoke salmon and cream cheese bagels, chicken tikka, crisps, some cakes and a bottle of Medoc. She had remembered to pack the corkscrew and a couple of plastic glasses the night before. Kent was waiting in the usual spot in the car park and opened the driver's door for her. As she walked round the car they kissed. "Hmmm delicious and I be the foods good too," said Kent sliding his hands over her pert bum. Perhaps the panty girdle was a good idea after all thought Sarah. She took the car nervously out of the town centre and into the suburbs. They were soon on to the dual carriage way and Kent suggested she 'open it up'. She pushed on the accelerator and felt the car respond under her. She had never driven anything like this before and she felt the thrill as it pushed her back into her seat. Suddenly she realised the needle was pointing to over one hundred and took her foot off the pedal with a jerk that threw Kent forward. "What's the matter?" he asked regaining his stomach. "Nothing, just didn't realise how fast I was going" "Well take it easy, you nearly had me through the screen." He sounded annoyed. She kept the speed to around eighty and were soon on the outskirts of Norwich. Her concentration during the rest of the journey meant that she had not noticed her dress ride up her thighs showing more than she would have liked. Kent noticed though which made the trip even more enjoyable for him. He directed her around the town and they headed out past Wroxham to Barton Broad. She had no idea where they were but Kent seem to know his way. She wondered how. He directed her on to a side road and then into some woods where they parked. It was a short walk through the trees to the bank of the man-made lake. They stopped on the grassy verge for a moment and Sarah noticed a sudden peace descend on them all the more palpable after the noise of the road. The sky was cloudless and the sun felt hot that afternoon. All she could hear was the sound of the water birds calling to each other on the far side of the lake. It was idealic. Kent placed the car blanket he had brought on the ground and they unpacked the bag. They chatted about not very much and Sarah learned nothing of the trip Kent had just made. He wasn't evasive as such but simply managed to steer the conversation back to Sarah and what she had been doing since they had last met. They soon finished the food and the wine packing the last bits of rubbish away in the bag. The afternoon wore on getting warmer if anything and they both felt drowsy. Kent took of his T-shirt while Sarah watched. His chest was muscular and his stomach was flat and firm. He had also acquired a recent tan probably from his trip to Spain although Sarah was under the impression he had been busy. He got a bottle of sun tan oil from his bag and slowly rubbed it in. Her breaths became short as she watched him tip the oil into his palm and slid his fingers over his solid chest making sure he covered every inch. He appeared to be concentrating on the job in hand but he knew she was watching. He could see she was excited which of course was his intention. Sarah sat quite feeling a nervous tingling all over. Kent put the bottle away and lay back against a tree stump. He tapped his lap with his hand and Sarah slid over to him and put her head on his thigh. They both dozed in the warm sun listening the water lapping on the bank. Half an hour later Sarah came to and opened her eyes. She saw Kent was still asleep. She slid her had onto to his stomach and rubbed him gently moving slowly towards his chest. As she flicked his nipple with her finger he opened his eyes and smiled. "Come her gorgeous," he whispered. Sarah moved up beside him and they kissed. Long and deep. Slowly. Noiselessly. She continued to massage his chest playing with his nipple. His hand slid down her dress on to her leg. He caressed her knee and then slid under her dress. She put out her hand and held his wrist. "Kent, no," she held his hand firm. "What's the matter? I've a strong feeling you really like my hands on your legs, or am I wrong?" "No, its just..." She couldn't think what to say. Then she moved close to his ear and whispered. "It's a bad time in the month." "Oh, I didn't realise." He stopped suddenly and like many men did not know how to react. She snuggled in to his neck. "But that doesn't mean..." she whispered in the other ear as she leaned over him and slid her hand into the top of his jeans. It took him a moment to realise what she was saying but her hand sliding up and down his growing cock confirmed what she had in mind. Well she thought he may not be able to have me as he wants but this will feel just as good. She undid the buttons of his trousers very slowly. They were tight against his bulge, which made it even more sensual for him. She then pulled down the front of his pants and took his hard cock in her hands stroking it until it was at its full, solid length. She was pleased that she was so obviously turning him on and she kept rubbing, almost too hard. She saw him twitch. The effect was electrifying, his cock was harder than it had ever been and the cum-wet head was glistening in the sunlight. She moved her face nearer to him and slipped the end into her mouth and sucked hard before taking it out again continuing to work her hand up and down his shaft. More strokes and she slipped it in again, sucking twice this time and pulling it out once more. Kent could hardly control himself. He grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her towards him trying to push inside of her but she resisted. Eventually she pushed her mouth over him and left it there, sucking hard and rotating her head around his now dripping cock head. She continued rubbing, up and down his length gripping tightly and then relaxing her hand and with each stroke, she pushed her head further down his shaft. She was excited herself now and looked up. Kent had his head back and his eyes closed. Still stroking and moving her head further and further down his length she now had all of him deep inside her throat. She rotated once more and then pulled completely back before lurching forward and repeating the motion. "I'm cumming," moaned Kent, "your making me cum." She felt him lurch upward one more time and then lay motionless for about three seconds. She knew what was about to follow and pushed her mouth onto him once more so that he could pump his cream straight down into her. Finally he came gushing into her for a full thirty seconds before stopping. "Urrrrrg, that was out of this world. Where did you learn that?" He pulled up his pants and clipped the buttons back together. "That was wonderful. I can't wait for the real thing." Neither could Sarah but unfortunately she couldn't provide the real thing he wanted unless she could convince him that she had something just as good. Once again he disappeared and just as before she never heard from him for a week or so and then he called suggesting they go to the cinema. She was beginning to get used to it now and she liked him a lot. The latest James Bond film had come to town and he couldn't resist them. It was probably the fast cars she thought. The following Saturday she had got the bus in town and met Kent at the cinema. His hands were all very her from the start of film and it was obvious he wanted more than he had on the previous date. She began to feel uncomfortable. It was a late film and by the time they emerged into the bustling streets the pubs and restaurants were closing. They had both left their cars behind and had to get the bus back home, which was in opposite directions for them. Sarah's bus stop was deserted and located in a dark back street. It wasn't due for another fifteen minutes so they walked a few yards further on stopping in a dark office doorway. She looked around but the streets bad cleared. He pulled her to him and their lips came together. His tongue pushed into her mouth and his hands held her waist. She closed her eyes and dreamily held him hardly feeling his hands sliding over her hips and pulling her dress slowly up with his strong fingers until he could feel her beautifully rounded bum through the smooth nylon of her tights. Suddenly she knew she had to stop him before it was too late but this felt so good, so exciting; she let him continue. Her own hand slid down to feel the enormous bulge in his trousers and she gently rubbed him until it was hard just like it had been at the lake. He groaned and she could feel his hand moving around to her front. She wanted to tell him, she wanted him to accept her. She had thought about telling him tonight. She even had a plan of sorts but it didn't included what was happening now. Perhaps once he realised her secret everything would be fine. She felt his finger slide into the waist of her tights and between her legs. She was only wearing the flimsiest of panties, which hid nothing. She was already hard from the excitement but his fingers caused her to throb noticeably. He stopped abruptly. His hand moved no further. His lips were still touching hers but they were not kissing any longer. She saw him slowly open his eyes and it felt like she was holding a block of ice. His hand gripped her cock painfully hard and he could feel the weight of her balls, there was no mistake. He pulled away and she tried to smile but it died on her lips. She began to realise that the situation she had created was getting out of control. His hand squeezed once more as if to confirm what the nerves in his fingers had already passed to his confused brain and he pulled his hand out from under her dress letting it fall back into place. "What the ..." he said but not finding the words he needed. "Kent, I meant to tell you..." except she could see he wasn't listening. "What are you..." She looked at his eyes, they were wide now. Wild and staring. He stepped back and looked her slowly up and down. It unnerved her. She felt his eyes entering her, discovering the secrets of her very soul although the biggest secret she possessed was now known to him. "Jesus, your just a fucking poof." He wasn't shouting but his voice was raised, slow and deliberate. "I've been dating a fucking POOF." All the emphasis went on the last word and she was worried. She knew he was volatile, he had shown that side to himself often enough, even violent if he wanted to be. She was now beginning to get fearful. "Bloody hell," he looked around at the audience that must be laughing at him but there was no one there. "I've been dating a fucking queer." "Kent, stop saying that. I'm not a ... gay. I'm a woman, a girl. Its just that..." He looked at her again but this time it was as a stranger. She never saw him pull his arm back, she only saw the flash of his sleeve and for a second she was confused. The next moment she felt dizzy as the air escaped her lungs and then the pain in her midriff grew. It rose up and washed over her and she started to lean forward. The punch was hard anyway but more so because she wasn't expecting it. Her legs were no longer supporting her and she slid slowly down the wall she had been leaning on. She reached on the floor and lay in a heap like a rag doll that had been tossed into a corner. After the second wave of pain she felt sick. She wrenched but there was nothing inside of her to bring up and the action brought on even mores waves. She did not see him lift his leg indeed she saw or heard nothing of what went on next. "Hey you, leave her alone," Kent stopped and turned at the voice. "Mind your own fucking business." He said and looked down at Sarah with utter contempt. "If you ever breathe a fucking word of this to anyone I'll kill you. Do you understand?" He leaned foreword and spoke to her in a very low but menacing whisper. Sarah was sobbing now. She hadn't really understood what he was saying but something deep inside of her knew the answer must be 'yes'. The sound slowly left her lips. "Just remember, that's all." He turned and was gone. A minute later the middle-aged lady had caught up with her. "Here let me help you, are you alright?" "Yes, I'm fine" Sarah got up although her legs were still shaking. She leaned against the wall and coughed trying to be sick again but failing with more pain welling up inside of her. "What was it, a mugging? I couldn't really see," the woman asked picking up Sarah's bag. "Y Y Yes, he tried to take my hand bag," She was gratified that she could disassociate herself from him, "but it's OK he didn't get anything." "Lucky I came around the corner when I did. Young louts I expect. We must call the Police." "No, we can't" she said panicking "I... I didn't see him, I don't want any trouble I just want to go home, please, just walk with me to the bus stop and then I will be OK." "Are you sure? We shouldn't let them get away with it you know." The lady brushed the last of the dirt from Sarah's coat and they walked the few yards to the bus stop. She arrived home and everyone was in bed. She crept up the stairs, undressed and showered. It was as if she had to rid herself of every part of him. The bruise on her stomach was just starting to come out and the dull pain had subsided slightly. She stood there, unmoving for twenty minutes just letting the hot water take her to a nicer place away from the pain. She found a plain nightdress and climbed into bed burying her head in the pillow but the painful thoughts would not go down. She began to think about the future and what she would do. How could she ever find a boy who would accept her as she was? Her mind was in turmoil. The pain put any memories of Ben and the recognition he had of her, out of her reach. Now a depression crept over her slowly like a dark cloud on a bright day, until she felt utterly miserable and began to cry. Softly. The tears disappeared straight into the pillow without making themselves known. This was not the physical pain, which she could stand, but the pain of confusion and uncertainty. Maybe it was time for Simon to come back and take over again. Being Sarah was great but it was not worth this. How could people be so horrible? She had done no harm to anybody in her young life. It just wasn't fair. Her sobs were deep now but muffled by the pillow. What was she going to do? She couldn't go forward and did not want to go back. The next morning she would tell her Mum it was all over. Sarah would be no more. Slowly the sobs eased and the pain subsided enough to allow sleep to wash over her and take her back to that place where there was no pain. The next morning she got up and dressed as usual making triply sure that her make up was perfect and the clothes were well matched. Her heart was not in it though and she was dressing by instinct. She had changed her mind about telling her Mother, for the time being anyway. She needed to think things through a bit more. She got the bus to work, which was busy, and she had to stand up. She couldn't help but notice an ad at the bottom of the page of the newspaper the man next to her was reading - Transsexual and Transgender Support Group, Need help? - it said in large letters. She tried to see the telephone number but the man turned the page before she could memorise it. It looked liked one of the many free papers that were full of ads but he got off the bus before she even had an opportunity to see its name. Dam, she thought, they might be worth calling if only to be able to tell some one about what had happened. She had no one else. She tossed the idea around in her mind all morning and, when lunchtime came and the office emptied out, she called Directory Enquires. They gave her a number for the organisation she had seen advertised which she wrote it down on her desk pad. She would not ring them from here, though, she would use her mobile when she was alone. The rest of the day went slowly and people had noticed she was quite but they were unaware of the depth of sadness that kept rising up inside of her. Later that evening alone in her bedroom and with the room in darkness she rang the number. She did not want to look at herself. She felt like a freak. "Hello, Trans-Gender Support, how can I help?" A ladies voice answered. Now that she had made the call she didn't know what to say. Her mind raced but, like a car with its wheels in the sand getting nowhere. "Hello, anyone there?" "Yes," Sarah heard a very quite voice speak but it didn't feel like hers. "Is there something I can help you with?" The voice at the other end suddenly became soft and reassuring. "I don't know," said Sarah. "How about telling me your name?" "It's Sarah." "Hello Sarah, I'm Emma. Is there something you would like to talk about right now?" The voice was friendly and encouraging. "Yes, I suppose so. But I don't know where to start." "That's OK. Would you like to tell me about Sarah first? How old is she and how long has she been around? "She's nineteen and has been dressing as Sarah for about two and half years, I guess." "And is she around all the time now or just some of the time?" The voice was silky, gently pulling her in. "She... I ... I became Sarah full time about three months ago." "Do you live on you own?" "No, I am with my parents and they have been helping me." "Gosh, you are a very lucky young lady. Most people like us have to live in the closet for ages, sometimes forever." "What do you mean, like us? Are you a trans..." her voice trailed away as suddenly it didn't seem right to pry. "Transsexual? Yes. I am due to have the operation next year." "Oh, so you know what I'm going through then." "No, not at all. Everyone is different. Tell a bit more about yourself. Although we are similar no two people's experiences are the same. What made you call tonight? Has something happened?" It was as if Emma could read her mind but not in a threatening way. "Yes, something happened last night and I don't know what to do." "Would you like to tell me about it," asked Emma softly sensing that it was something significant. "Well," Sarah took a deep breath but felt the tears welling up inside of her again. "Take your time, I'm here for you now. Tell me what happened from the beginning. There's no rush." Sarah sniffed and started from when she first met Kent. She also wove in a few other significant details and finished right up to date, telling Emma how she was feeling after what Kent had done to her. "Oh dear I am sorry?" said Emma when she had finished. "I thought he was nice." "Many men have difficulty with this subject and its not always easy to predict how they might respond." "Yes I see that now," Sarah said in a low voice. "So first things first, do you need to see a doctor?" asked Emma "No, I'm alright now, I'm a bit bruised but the pain has nearly gone." "Be careful, it's easy to cause internal problems with a punch. If it seems to be taking longer to heal than it should or if the pain comes back then straight round to your GP. Promise?" Emma sounded insistent so Sarah agreed. "Good, now how's Sarah doing and what does she need right now?" Emma continued. "I was thinking of going back to being Simon." Sarah replied softly. "Would that be possible?" "Yes I think so." "Is that what you want to do?" Sarah thought for a long time but Emma did not interrupt. "No. I like being Sarah. It feels right. Natural. I want to carry on but I want to be a girl in every way and to meet boys," she was upbeat now but then stopped and thought for a while, "I suppose that's never going to happen," she sounded despondent once again. "Listen, a lot has happened to you already and you are still very young. There is much to learn for any teenager growing up and, sometimes, it isn't easy. You've also decided to add another dimension to your life, for the time being anyway and now you are learning about relationships, communication and lots of other things that we all must learn about to be able to live successfully amongst other people in the world." "Yes I see," said Sarah thoughtfully. "There will be many boys and men who will not have a problem with your position. Obviously lots would but some won't. There are even some who go out of their way to meet transgendered females." Sarah nodded and remembered Ben. "Have you thought about the future?" "In what way?" Sarah was confused again. "Do you want to be a woman permanently?" "I...I don't know. I haven't really thought about it." She told Emma about the agreement she had with Clair and Richard. "Ok that's fine. In which case you need to be aware of what the people around you are assuming when they see and meet you and what you are prepared to let them continue believing." "Yes," Sarah was beginning to feel better now. "...and contrary to many myths TG girls don't jump into bed at the first opportunity when they meet a boy so you don't have to either." Sarah laughed. "What has happened has happened. It's too late to put the clock back and change things but you can learn from the experience. Think about how you might handle things differently next time, if there is to be a next time. Many people have all sorts of secrets or something in particular they must say to a partner before a relationship can move on and the other person may not always like or accept what they hear. That is their prerogative of course. If you want things to go further with someone then have a strategy, work out what could go wrong and how you might deal with that. Above all make sure you don't leave yourself in a vulnerable position - physically or mentally. Do you have any friends apart from your parents who know about you position?" "No there's no one else" "You might consider joining a support group. I could give you details if you like." "Yes I understand," Sarah said almost, but not quite smiling. "I could do that." "You sound intelligent I'm sure you'll do fine. How are you feeling now?" "Much better thank you. I guess I was just expecting everything to be perfect." Said Sarah. "Perfection comes to those that work at it, I always find. Is there anything else I can help with?" "No I'm fine now and I know what to do. You've been a great help. Thank you." "Ok that's good and if you need to talk again just ring this number and ask for me. Take care." Sarah put the phone down and pondered on the conversation for a few minuets. Of course, it's Kent who has the problem not me she realised and I'll take things as they come and see what happens. It would be nice to have a friend though who she could share her secret with. Chapter 7 - Sarah and Deedi Sarah slowly got over her ordeal and for the rest of the Summer she concentrated on work putting any unpleasant memories out of her mind. Kent never came into town much anyway and she never met him again. She enjoyed her job and spent most evenings at home with Clair and Richard except at the weekends where they would go across to the Norfolk Broads and spend long, lazy days on the new boat Richard had recently bought. There was a small hiccough when they sailed into Barton Broad one Sunday morning and she suddenly realised where she was. Apart from that life was beginning return to normal for her and she was enjoying being Sarah more than ever. Early on she had found it exciting to wear girls clothes but that had subsided somewhat as the character of Sarah gradually took over. She still enjoyed shopping of course, especially long hours with Clair trying on everything they could find but there was another change that was also starting to occur, she was just as comfortable in Jeans and a T-shirt or shorts with bear legs. It was if she had crossed a line into real woman-hood where what was inside now felt more important than the image created on the outside. It was Friday and the weather finally settled into warm Autumn sunshine ready for the weekend as everyone had been hoping. Sarah had just returned from lunch when Andy came in with someone she did not recognise. Andy showed the girl around the office and then came over to Sarah's desk. "And this is Sarah, my fantastic Office Manager. Deedi is a bit of a computer wiz and will be helping to set this lot up and run the system for us," said Andy waving at the blank computer terminals and unpacked boxes taking up valuable space in the corner of the office, "she needs to look over all that stuff and work out what we need to do." "Hello," said Sarah raising her eyes at the complement, "pleased to meet you, where would you like to start?" "Right I'll leave you to it then," said Andy interrupting, "do you want to pop in when you're ready and let me know what you think, then I'll drop you home? Shall we get together now Sarah?" Sarah showed Deedi where everything was and made sure she had all that she needed. Deedi looked about the same age as Sarah but very nervous, still Andy could have that effect on you she thought. He was a real dish who would turn your legs to jelly and she still had a bit of a crash on him after the conference. She was tall with striking blonde hair, which had been well cut, and set off her high cheekbones and pretty, soft features very nicely. He dress was bright but not garish and quite short. Her trim figure and white high heels gave her an elegant look. Deedi settled down and seemed to know what she was looking for so Sarah left her alone and went off to her weekly meeting with Andy. At about half past four Deedi came over to Sarah's desk. "Right, I think I've got everything," she said "I just need to tell Andy what we need to do." Sarah took her over to Andy's office and showed her in. About half an hour later they both emerged and Andy said he was just taking Deedi home. "She will be starting with us on Monday week," he told Sarah, "can you set up whatever paperwork we need for her please?" "Yes, of course," said Sarah "I'll have it all ready for when you come in although there won't be much to do if your coming in as temporary staff, have a good week-end and see you soon." "Goodbye" said Deedi. Sarah was pleased, Deedi seemed pleasant enough and she thought they might become friends, which would be nice. The following week Deedi arrived at nine, just after Sarah. She looked very smart in a light-grey two piece suit with a hint of check and grey tights. Her shoes were also simple black high heels. Well, thought Sarah, she certainly knows how to power dress noticing her professional appearance. "Right, let me show you round first and introduce you to everybody here and then I'll explain a bit about what we do. I don't expect you'll want to get too involved but you may need to answer the phones occasionally so it's as well to know what your talking about." Deedi never said much but Sarah guessed she might be shy, it looked like it might be her first job. Once she had finished she showed Deedi back to her desk and left her to get on with setting up the new systems. Sarah was busy in meetings with Andy and Robert most of the morning and finally escaped at one o'clock. She looked over and saw Deedi with her head buried in a manual and decided it was time they got to know each other better. "You can save some for tomorrow," she called over to Deedi who looked up with a start. Sarah walked over to her desk. "Pardon?" Deedi smiled at Sarah. "Sorry to interrupt but I am just going out to lunch, would you like something?" she asked. "Gosh," said Deedi, "I didn't realise the time disappearing, yes that would be great, what were you thinking off?" "There's an Italian caf? just around the corner which is good value. I thought we could celebrate your first day." "Wonderful idea, we can get to know each other a bit better as well," said Deedi picking up her coat. The caf? wasn't too busy as they sat down each ordering a lasagne and a glass of white wine. It was there first chance to chat mainly getting the basics out of the way, where they lived, family and school life. It felt very friendly and comfortable. They were both busy the next few days and agreed to go out together on Wednesday evening into town. They went to one of the busy caf?-bars near the Market Square and ordered a bottle of red wine. They sat down and chatted about the day. Deedi asked about Andy and Sarah told her that he was off limits. "He has a fianc?, so you are out of luck there," said Sarah and told Deedi about the conference. She also mentioned how she had too much to drink on the first night and how she was expecting Andy to kiss her on the way up to their rooms. They both laughed. "Do you have a boyfriend?" asked Sarah moving the conversation on. "Well, I suppose so, just," said Deedi and Sarah smiled. "What do you mean?" "Well, a few weeks ago I went to the cinema in the Grafton Centre with Rosy and afterwards she suggested we went to a wine bar nearby, Chico's. Do you know it?" Sarah shook her head and also noticed something strange in Deedi voice although she couldn't work out what it was. "As soon as we arrived we bumped into someone she knew and he had a friend with him. We chatted for a while but they had to go. His name was Robin and he called on Saturday for a date and we went out last night." "No, so how did it go?" asked Sarah intrigued now. "We went to a pub, you know the one on the river with all the decking outside not far from the bridge. Anyway we chatted about all sorts of things, he's in his second year at the university and his family live in London. The evening went ever so quick and before we knew it the bell was ringing so he took me home. He's really nice and six foot of real hunk and..." Deedi was thoughtful for a moment. "Well, what happened don't keep me hanging on now," Sarah had moved forward in her seat with her arms resting on her chin. Deedi laughed. "Nothing happened, he was really nice and just kissed me on the cheek and said goodnight." "That must have been a disappointment," said Sarah and they both laughed, "are you seeing him again?" "Yes," Said Deedi, "he is taking me for a tour of his college on Thursday. Sarah raised her eyebrows. "and no, that won't include his rooms," Deedi smiled, "not just yet anyway." They finished their wine and left the bar. They were fast becoming friends and agreed to go shopping together on Saturday. After that they were almost inseparable apart from when Deedi was out with Robin. It was a couple of weeks later that Deedi was working on one of the computers in the corner of the office. Sarah noticed it was getting late and got up to put on her coat. "I'm just off," she said, "you seem so engrossed I didn't want to disturb you. See you on Monday." She was going away for the weekend to the boat with her parents. It would only take a couple of hours to drive over to Potter Heigham where it was moored and then they would find a pub for the evening. "What's the time?" said Deedi looking up and seeing that the office was empty. "It's nearly five." "Wait, before you go I need to ring the computer consultants, who are they?" Sarah was almost out of the door. "Terry Gillan Services," she said, "the numbers on my desk. Good night, " she said leaving the office. She was looking forward to a relaxing weekend with a good book and plenty of wine. This seemed to be the pattern for her life at the moment and she was more than happy with it. Deedi rang the number on the yellow post-it-note under the phone and got a shock. "So where are we going tonight?" asked Sarah on Wednesday afternoon. They had planed another trip into town. "HaHa," said Deedi. "What's so funny?" "Nothing, We're going to Ha! Ha!'s, it a new cocktail bar in town. Rosy and I have been there, it's really good," laughed Deedi. "Oh," said Sarah still not fully understudying the joke. They went back to Sarah's house that evening since it was on the way into town and Sarah ran upstairs to get changed. Deedi chatted with Clair until Sarah returned and they went off to get the bus. "Shall I get a couple of glasses of wine," asked Sarah stepping to the bar once they arrived. "No lets get a cocktail first and a bottle. Shiraz?" asked Deedi. "Wow, are we celebrating?" asked Sarah all smiles. "I'm not sure but it's definitely something significant." Deedi looked serious. "What is?" asked Sarah confused. "Tell you in a minute," she replied, "come on lets find a table." They sat down and took a large sip of their cocktails and Deedi finally spoke. "Sarah," Deedi looked her in the eye, "I have an apology to make. While you were getting changed tonight I needed to use the toilet and as I was walking past you bedroom door I noticed a flash of light. I couldn't help it, honestly. It was the mirror of you wardrobe but I just caught a glimpse of you getting dressed and... I'm afraid I saw... well...everything." She had no need to spell it out, the look on Sarah's face told her they both knew what she was talking about. "I wasn't spying honestly, it was just an accident, really," continued Deedi seeing Sarah's face and thinking maybe she should not have raised the matter after all. Sarah's features seemed to go blank and then a look of relaxed resignation slowly slid across her face. "It's funny really," she said quietly after a moment, "you make sure you're very careful wherever you are and then get caught out in your own home. I'm really sorry Deedi I didn't mean to deceive you, I simply enjoyed us being really good friends and never wanted to lose that. I know I would have told you at some point... but I suppose its too late now. I expect you want to leave? I won't mind." "Don't be silly. If I wanted to go why would I have suggested we by a bottle of wine and the cocktails?" said Deedi, "Sarah you are my best friend too and I don't want to lose that either. In fact there is probably a very good reason why we get on so well together. It could be because we have so very much in common." "What do you mean," said Sarah completely confused again. "I know you might not believe it but I am the same as you," replied Deedi. Sarah never spoke while the words sunk in. "You," she finally said still not quite sure what Deedi was saying, "the same? You mean that... that you're a... boy too?" "Yes," said Deedi, "I used to be called Daniel. I guess you never realised?" "No, not at all," Sarah said relaxing slightly, "you had me completely fooled. You just look so... pretty, in fact I was quite jealous, although, thinking back though there was one thing that seemed odd but I dismissed it at the time. It was when Andy came in one morning and leaned over your desk to ask you something about the new computer system. I saw you go red and then squirm in you seat like a boy would but I never made the connection at the time." "Yes I remember that," laughed Deedi, "he looked very appealing that day and his after shave ... well, that was some thing else." They both laughed. Now the tension had been broken they both relaxed and told each other their stories. Sarah told Deedi all about herself and then it was Deedi's turn. "Well, I used to live with my Mum in London and then there was an accident. She was with her boyfriend one night and they had a car crash. Dad had died when I was very young and I never really knew him. Anyway after the funeral I moved up here with my Aunt Liz and cousin Rosy who I mentioned." Sarah nodded. Deedi had said that she was staying with her Aunt when they had first met. "But all that was as Daniel. Well, one day we were out walking and I slipped into the river and got filthy dirty. When we got back there were no clean clothes around and I had promised to go to the cinema that evening with Rosy, remember? It was when I first met Robin. I didn't want to disappoint her as she had been so kind to me. So she suggested I dress in some of her clothes. Everything worked out fine really although I was very nervous and there were a few heart-stopping moments. The next day we were due to go shopping with Liz and somehow Rosy talked me into going as Deedi again and since Liz seemed to be happy with the situation that's what we did. The rest just seemed to follow naturally." Sarah smiled as the story unfolded. "Tell me something though," asked Sarah, "I bet that wasn't the first time was it?" "What dressing?" Sarah nodded. "No, I used to borrow Mum's clothes occasionally but not often," it was uncanny how Sarah seemed to understand her so well. The wine was almost gone now and they were both feeling a bit drunk but very happy. "But wait a minute," said Sarah after a moments thought, "you said that Robin was your boyfriend now. Does he know about you?" Deedi dropped her eyes. "No I haven't told him," she said, "I suppose I will have to sometime, it just seems a bit too soon right now." "Hmmm...just be careful," said Sarah, but didn't elaborate further. She wasn't quite ready to tell Deedi about that episode in her life. "Yes I will but it's fine at the moment, we're just having a good time and he is really nice." "Deedi," said Sarah as they got up to go, "I really am so glad this has happened. I hadn't made any real friends since we moved up here until I met you and its been really great working together and I am really pleased we have ...well... so much in common." "Me too," said Deedi. So the bond between Sarah and Deedi that had already been forged, now grew stronger still as they hugged each other tightly and then left. From that point on they were together much of the time going out in the evenings after work and at the weekends, shopping and spending time at each other's homes almost as sisters. Not long after their revelations to each other they decided to meet up and go shopping in town. "Just off Mum, I'll be back later with Deedi and then we're going out." Clair was preparing lunch and came to the door say goodbye. "Well, I know you are only going shopping but you look great," Clair said and walked down the drive to hug her daughter. "It does feel so right now and I know I couldn't have done it without you Mum, thanks." "Have fun," Clair called and shut the front door behind her. Mmm, she thought, a couple of hours to spare, time for Richard to do his duty. He was working in the office but a well placed hand together with some gentle massaging would soon stop that. "Hi Deedi." Deedi was waiting by Cafe Rouge as they had arranged. "Come on, I'm starving, let's go to Garfunkel's first, they do great salads." After lunch they hit the shops and Sarah went wild. She had decided that therapy was required and shopping was the cure. Both girls were confident now and there were no problems trying different cloths on in the busy stores of the Shopping Centre or in the many smaller, more intimate shops around the Market Square. It was obvious though that Deedi loved wearing stockings, Sarah had never met anyone who bought so many pairs. They did feel quite sexy but Sarah was as happy wearing tights as she was Jeans. However, that would easily change given the right circumstances, especially since the conference. When they had finished they caught a bus back to Sarah's house where that spent a blissful hour trying everything on. "Now, I really must see what these look like," she said opening a bag and pulled out a matching undies set, which was very frilly and very sexy. She took off her tights and then her panties allowing her cock to hang free. She glanced up and noticed that Deedi was blushing and avoiding her gaze. "Deedi, you're not shy are you," asked Sarah, "we've been friends long enough now not to be embarrassed with each other haven't we?" "I suppose so," said Deedi still blushing furiously. Sarah decided to break the ice a bit further. "So, get that skirt off and let me see yours then. Remember, you still have the advantage on me." Deedi unclipped her skirt slowly and let it fall to the floor. She then slid her tights and panties down with one movement and took them off, straightened up and looked at Sarah. "Mmmm," said Sarah taking a long look at Deedi, "Not bad, a bit longer than mine but not quite so pretty. I think you'll do though." Deedi laughed. "Mind you who I am to talk," she continued suddenly dropping her voice, "at least your Robin seems to be happy with you which is more than I can say." Deedi had finally told Robin about her situation and although he was shocked initially he came round and they had continued going out together. Deedi immediately went over and hugged her tight. Sarah remembered the incident with Kent and felt the pain again. Not the physical pain but the realisation of being different and the rejection that came with it. "Don't be silly," she said in a very soft, reassuring voice, "there are thousands of boys out there who would love to have you as a girl- friend, it's just a matter of time. I had no idea how Robin would react when I told him but the fact was he already knew me by then and seemed to like what he had. Just keep looking and it will happen." "I suppose your right," said Sarah feeling a little better. Sarah hugged Deedi close and the girls stood still for a long time grateful for each other's love. What neither of them had noticed was that they were both naked from the waist down and their cocks were nuzzling each other, not out of any sexual desire but of real friendship. "Come on," said Deedi, "lets get changed and then hit the town, and tonight we'll dress to knock'em dead. Cocktails at Ha!Ha!'s first?" They both got ready and Deedi suggested they wear very short skirts and tights with thin-strapped, high heeled sandals. "If that doesn't do the trick then they must be blind," she said. They arrived at the bar and Sarah looked around for a table while Deedi went to get the drinks. "Sarah, do you have any change, I only have twenty pound note," Deedi called over. Sarah stopped, opened her bag and turned back just as someone walked past carrying two glasses of larger. They banged straight into each other knocking the bag out of Sarah's hand and spilling its contents all over floor. Some of the beer also splashed onto her coat. She bent down quickly to pick up the money that had fallen from her purse. "I'm terribly sorry," said the man, "here let me help you." She looked up and saw a young guy, about twenty-two she guessed, smiling at her. Wow, he looks dishy, she thought and then realised the contents of her bag were all over the floor. "and don't lose this, they are a pain to replace," he said as they both stood up, handing back her driving licence and mobile phone which had fallen at his feet. "Yes," she said still flustered, "I have only just got that one back from Swansea, I put the last one in the washing machine." She took the Driving Licence from him and put it in her bag. Richard had bought her a car as soon as she was eighteen and she quickly passed her test. Richard and Clair felt she would be safer if she had her own car bearing in mind what she was underneath that thin out layer of clothes. "Oh well," he said, "at least you have a clean licence, you should be safe to be with," and they both laughed. "but your coat, I've spilt beer all over it, is your dress OK?" She opened her coat revealing her long nylon clad legs. He realised there actually wasn't much of a dress for any of his beer to fall on. However he did like what he saw, very much. She noticed him looking at her legs and blushed. She had never felt she was a really beauty like Deedi but she was very pretty and had a great figure. "Its OK, just the coat that's a bit wet, it'll soon dry, thanks," she said and he walked away. "Well," said Deedi returning with the drinks, "I know I said things would be OK but I never expected you to move so fast." "Don't be silly," said Sarah, "it was just an accident. Mind you he was nice wasn't he," she added glancing round at his table and seeing him smile at her. She smiled back and blushed again. An hour or so later they were getting ready to leave and Deedi got up to use the toilet. "Hi, I just wanted to make sure you were OK," it was the guy who had bumped into her. He sat down in Deedi's seat. "I'm fine," said Sarah. "Mike Burrell by the way," he said and held out his hand. "Sarah Lindly," she said following his lead and shaking his hand. "Can I buy you drink to make up for your coat?" he asked. "That would be nice but we are just going out to eat," she replied feeling more comfortable with him now, he was very nice looking after all. "I wasn't thinking of tonight," he said in a low voice looking straight into here eyes, "how about tomorrow, can I call you and fix up a time?" Sarah stopped for a second unsure what to do. She had not bee