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Everything's Bigger in Texas By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 3 Conner walked outside with Carrie and Trisha and spotted a small back suv. A girl opened the door getting out and greeting him as she introduced herself. "Hey Lori Lynne!" said the girl hugging him. "I'm Savannah, and this is Mary Jo." "Don't you worry about a thing Lori Lynne," said Mary Jo. "We got your back darlin' and we'll help you reel in that stud." "Thanks ladies," said Connor as they drove off. "So you know the whole plan then." "Honey, we're as excited as a grizzly in a salmon stream," said Savannah. "Now don't you worry your pretty little tail off about a thing? It'll be just fine and dandy!" "Whoa, this is it!" Connor asked as they pulled up and got out. "Yeah, it's huge, but more of a local hang out," said Mary Jo. "Although it gets a mix of locals and out of towners." Connor looked up, seeing a large old fashioned country western looking bar. He followed the girls in as they were stopped at the door. "Just smile and they won't charge us a cover. We come here all the time," said Savannah, handing him his license. "Here's you I.D." Connor glanced at his I.D and then handed it to the bouncer. "Behave yourself tonight, ladies," said the bouncer, looking at all their ID'S. "I don't recall seeing you before Miss Carter? You sure you're 28. You don't even look old enough to drink?" "Behave yourself, Stevie Ray," said Savannah, slapping his hand which had just touched Connor's ass. "She's not your type." Connor tried looking away as Mary Jo was pulling him into the bar as he looked around at all the clientele. They wandered through the crowd and found a table. "Thanks," said Connor ,taking a breath. "I didn't realize he made me younger on the I.D". "Always better to be young and beautiful, honey," said Savannah as a waitress came over bringing some drinks. "Now let's work on being available." "From the boys playing darts," said the waitress, placing down some shots. "I can't drink right now," said Connor, watching them check out him and the girls. "I know. We heard," said Savannah, downing his shot. "We'll handle it." It wasn't long before the fellas came over and began hitting on them. "Thanks for the drinks guys, but we're waiting for some friends," said Mary Jo, sending them away. "Oh shit, there he is," said Connor, seeing Garth with four other guys. They watched and tried to keep to small talk for awhile, seeing Garth and his friends kicking back and getting loaded. Connor tried peeking over every now and then as he chatted with the girls and they fought off boys hitting on them a few times. "Come on. There's an open table in a perfect spot," said Savannah, yanking his arm to get up. She pulled him over with her as Mary Jo followed, laying claim to a pool table across the bar from Garth and his friends. They took turns taking shots not playing by any rules. Mary Jo handed the pool cue to Connor even though it wasn't his turn. "Take my shot, Lori Lynne," said Mary Jo. "Shot in the red ball in the side pocket." "Ok?" said Connor, as he took the stick and bent over, readying his shot. As his slid his fingers back and forth, he glanced straight ahead, catching Garth watching him attempt his shot as he shanked it badly. He handed the stick to Savannah as he took out his compact, pretending to check his lips in the little mirror as he could see Garth staring at his ass. "Can I take your turn again, Mary Jo," said Connor, taking the stick and leaning way over now, making sure his full cleavage was on display as he shot the white ball off the table and it rolled all the way across the room towards Garth. "I'm such a spaz," said Connor, doing his best girly belly laugh with the girls as he watched Garth retrieve the ball. "I think you may have lost this," said Garth, putting it in Connor's hand. "Why thank you so much," said Connor, taking it as he looked up, immediately seeing Garth looking right down his shirt. "How embarrassing. Pool's really not my thing." "Nothing to be embarrassed about, miss," said Garth, smiling at him. "Would you like a few pointers?" "You'd do that for me?" said Connor, batting his lashes at him, giving just a slight smile. "That would be my pleasure, little lady." Replied Garth, extending his hand. "I'm Garth." "Pleasure to meet ya, Garth," said Connor, making sure to give a limp shake. "I'm Lori Lynne, and these are my friends Savannah and Mary Jo." "Mind if I ask my friends over, ladies?" said Garth. "Of course not," said Connor smiling as Garth waved them over. "Hi ya'll!" "Ladies, this is Tucker, Freddie, and Troy. Guys, meet Lori Lynne, Savannah, and Mary Jo," said Garth as everyone shook hands. "Waitress, a few pitchers of beers and another round of whatever the ladies were having." "Rack em up for me Freddie, will ya," said Garth, grabbing a pool queue and chalking it up. "Here try this one Lori Lynne." "Sure, thanks Garth," said Connor, making the slightest contact with his index finger as he took it. "Now take this, lay your hand flat pretty lady, and just sit the stick on it." Garth positioned Connor's hands. "Feels so weird like that," said Connor, sliding it softly back and forth as Garth guided him. "It's hard to do with my nails." "No big thing, Lori Lynne," said Garth, spreading Connor's fingers to be fanned out a bit. "See that will work with that lovely manicure of yours, but i'd avoid bowling with those." "Good advice," said Connor, stretching his neck back around as Garth positioned him and he could see Garth again staring down his blouse. "You know a lot about sports, I reckon?" "Oh, I've always been pretty athletic," said Garth, tapping his right hand on Connor's hip now from behind him. "You'll left this leg if you reach over ok?" "Sure." Connor followed his direction. "Oh, and just be sure to keep the line of sight behind your shot, ok Lori Lynne," said Garth as Connor twisted His body, whipping his hair across Garth's face. "Sorry 'bout that, hon," said Connor, doing his cutest giggle. "My hair has a mind of its own sometimes." "No problem." . "Yeah, it's not that tasty is it?" teased Connor, gently pulling a stray hair that was stuck on Garth's lips and flicking his fingers as it fluttered to the floor. "Sometimes we poodles shed a little. Hope that's ok with ya." "No, it was very tasty." teased Garth, putting his arms around him again from behind and positioning Connor's hands. "Ok, ready to try now. Let's line it up again." "Sure," said Connor, wiggling his body just a bit and positioning himself. "Is this good?" "I think that's just perfect," said Garth, moving his face next to Connor. "Go ahead, Lori Lynne." Connor now wiggled just a bit as he slowly slid the pool queue back and forth a few times, grinning as he felt Garth's member coming to life as he was leaning over with his crotch on Connor's ass. He took the shot, breaking the racked up balls and scattered them as they began playing. They played for over an hour as they all took turns laughing and shooting pool as Connor knew Garth was interested. From time to time, he would allow Garth to help him with his shot, making subtle but harmless contact, feeling a little rub here and there and playfully giving a soft pat or flirty look between shots. "So, we'll be right back fella," said Savannah. "Just a quick trip to the ladies room to freshen up and we'll be right back." Connor shot her a look to kill as she dragged him with Mary Jo to the ladies room, closing the door. "What the hell are you doing!" Yelled Connor at her. "That's how I fucked this up last time." "Relax, it's the only way you'll know if what you're doing is working," said Savannah. "Mr. Porter texted me to do this. He says you're doing great." "Holy shit, really?" said Connor. "I was worried if he was watching!" He says whatever you do, dont kiss him," said Savannah, "Give him your number and get him to take you out alone." "Ok, if he's still there," said Connor, as he opened his purse and touched up his lips. "Ok, let's go." Connor walked back out with the girls, trying to control his excitement as Garth was taking some shots and drinking beer with his friends. They started playing again as Garth resumed giving Connor tips as he could feel him pressing on him As he took a long shot, he felt Garth's hand brush against his boob and turned around, looking at him. "You be a gentlemen there, Garth Thorton," said Connor, giving a little tongue lashing. "Don't you mistake me for some little hussy!" "No, no sorry," said Garth, throwing ups his hands. "Good, then let's get back to the game," said Connor, taking his hand. "How about we win this time." Garth settled back down, cautiously placing Garth's hands back in position to help him make shots. They played a few more games and finally they won one as Garth lifted Connor off the ground, hugging him with the victory. "Well, now at least I can go home and not feel like a loser." teased Connor. "I'd hate to think I got all gussied up for nothing tonight." "I definitely wouldn't have said it was for nothing, even if we lost them all, Lori Lynne," said Garth, touching his bangs. "If you were any good at all at pool, you never would have met me." "So you're saying that I suck at pool is a good thing?" said Connor sarcastically. "You believe in fate, Lori Lynne?" said Garth. "Don't know yet, honey," said Connor. "Why?" "Well, how about you and I get out of here and we find out about it?" said Garth. "That's an attractive offer Garth, but we just met," said Connor, opening his purse and taking out his pink rhinestone covered phone. "You realize I'm a Texas girl right, and I'm only interested in southern gentlemen." "I understand," said Garth, as she watched his adam's apple gulp down his pride. "I just feel like we made a connection here, and I'd really like to get to know you better." "Is that right?" said Connor, putting his hands on his hips and looking into Garth's eyes as he scrunched his face a little, appearing to be thinking deep thoughts. "Big time. Yes," said Garth. "Please, I really want to see you again." "Then, here's how it'll be then, sugar! I'm gonna text you my number if you wake up in the morning and still feel the same way, then you can call or text me," said Connor, pounding his keyboard a little as he stared at Garth. "But that's up to you?" "Oh, definitely," said Garth, surprised and thrilled. "I'd love to take you out! Sure, absolutely!" "I'll need your number, then?" said Connor, trying not to look up. "Oh, sorry. Sure. It's 512-xxx-xxxx," said Garth, giving him the number. "Ok, I just texted you my number," said Connor, as he tossed the phone back in his purse before squeezing Garth's hand and planting a soft yet firm kiss on his cheek. "Maybe I'll talk to you tomorrow sugar, and it was a pleasure meeting ya'll!" Connor gave a dainty wave and smiled, seeing the distinct lipstick mark he left on Garth's cheek as he grabbed the other girls and headed outside. He peeked back as they exited, watching Garth checking out his rear profile as he headed out the door. The second he got in the car with them, his phone rang. "Well done. I think Miss Carter was excellent," said Mr. Porter. "That's exactly what I was hoping to achieve." "I hope so," said Connor. "Because I easily could have had him all over me, and ended this with some pictures." "It appears that way yes, but I still think we're playing it right, giving him a woman he'll desire more than a one night stand like with Giselle. Have a good night Connor, and we'll talk in the morning," said Mr. Porter. "Make sure you read your text messages from Carrie and Trisha, as they have some instructions for you, and some things you'll need are in a duffel bag in the trunk." Connor headed home and read his messages from the girls. He took the bag and removed the simple shower cap, makeup remover, moisturizer and some silver and pink striped silk pajamas and followed their instructions. Happily he jumped into the shower following their instructions by putting on the shower cap and did his best scrubbing off his makeup. It was odd to be in the silk pajamas, but they were comfortable, and in no time was asleep. In the morning, he we awoken by a constant buzzing as he was startled awake by Mr. Porter sitting in his bedroom testing on his phone. "You're here already?" said Connor, rubbing his eyes. "And damn you really can get in anywhere?" "It's my business Connor and your alarm and entry locks are a joke." teased Mr. Porter. "I tried waking you and you didn't answer, but I couldn't wait any longer. He's been texting you all morning, so I wanted to respond. I've been texting him back and forth for the last 90 minutes while you've been getting your beauty sleep." "Sorry, it's the pills after the surgery. It's made me sleepy," said Connor. "So what's happening. Obviously he's texting me already, so that's a good thing?" "Yes, our plan is working," said Mr. Porter. "He's asked you to dinner today, and you've declined." "What! Why would I say no?" said Connor. "Isn't that what we wanted?" "Precisely, so you've proposed an alternative, and he's very excited about it," said Mr. Porter, showing him the screen. "I'm cooking, and I've invited him to my place?" said Connor. "I can't bring him here, and I don't cook!" "And you won't be! I've rented a fully furnished modern condo and already hired a cook to prepare the meals," said Mr. Porter. "We'll be going there as soon as you get up, and Carrie and Trisha will be meeting us there to get your ready and give you a crash course in southern hospitality. Mr. Cirillo, the way to a southern man's heart begins with his stomach, and that's exactly what you'll be dishing up this evening. Now throw on these clothes Trisha sent and we'll be off to the condo!" Connor took the clothing and went into his bathroom. He dropped off his pajamas and opened the first bag, seeing some undergarments as he first slipped himself into the black gaff, realizing he had to push himself back if she packed this. Next, the simple black bra wasn't too tough as it buckled in the front and he easily slipped on the basic white ankle socks. In the second bag, he found a basic jogging type suit with grey pants and a matching grey front zippered hoodie. It felt pretty comfortable as he put them on before opening a shoe box and stepping into some white sneakers. It wasn't too different than any of his own sweat type clothes, except for the pink lettering "Think Pink" across his chest and ass and the obvious different type of fit to accentuate his curves. Lastly, he took the pink glittery headband from the bag and followed her instructions, pushing most of his now wild bed head curls behind it and finger brushed his bangs before coming back out to Mr. Porter. "Ok, one second and I'm ready," said Connor, finding the purse she left him. "She said to put on some lipstick and the big sunglasses, since my makeup is washed off." Connor scurried to the bathroom, sliding on some lipstick and then returned as he was ready to leave. He followed Mr. Porter as they pulled up at a fancy condo complex and went in. "Nice condo, Lori Lynne," teased Trisha, as she saw him as they walked in. "You look very cute in a casual outfit." "Thanks," said Connor, pulling off the glasses. "Very funny." "So, the cook is already working in your kitchen and right now your job is to work with Trisha setting the table and getting everything together," said Mr. Porter. "He'll be pleasantly surprised that you'll be astounding him with one of his favorite meals. I've seen all his email and listened to all his conversations, so I know what he loves and what he doesn't. Really you'll be spending the next few hours learning your surroundings here, and getting ready for your date." "Did you have to say it like that?" said Connor, shooting Mr. Porter a dirty look. "I'm trying not to think of it as a date." "You may not want to, but you're going to need to accept it and embrace it," said Mr. Porter. "A good Texas woman knows how to take care of her man. Now I'll leave you in good hands with the ladies and I'm putting your phone in a drawer in the kitchen. Check it from time to time when you get back in there if you're alone, and I'll text you updates. Now, I'll be off" "Look Connor, I'm here to help you. Now here's the deal. Let's walk through everything and then Carrie will be here to do your hair and makeup," said Trisha. "When she's done, I'll get you dressed." Trisha worked with him setting the table and preparing the apartment. She opened a series of bags, taking out some knick knacks and hanging a little art, trying to give it a lived in look. She talked him through a series of serving techniques, ideas, and schooled him in southern hospitality. She continued drilling things through his head, quizzing him as she worked and then Carrie showed up. "Well morning honey," said Carrie as she starting spreading out her things. "I'm so glad that he liked Lori Lynne. You're getting pretty good at this getting picked up by boys thing." "Very funny," said Connor, as she began lathering his face. "And thanks for making a house call." "It's the least I could do, darlin'!" said Carrie, smiling as she worked. "You're my highest paying customer lately." Carrie cleaned and moisturized his face as he sat there patiently, knowing the drill. It wasn't long before she blended his foundation, added some blush and powdered him from his forehead to his neckline before she turned to his hair. She took a spray bottle, wetting the long back and sides before taking her hair pic and raking through it. "This is just to break some of the bonds from the hairspray," said Carrie, as Connor was making faces and grunts as she raked through it. "Don't be such a baby. It doesn't hurt that much." Connor sat there patiently as she picked and arranged, before she turned her attention to the top. She took a wide toothed brush, removing every little tangle to the shorter sections of his hair and wasted no time inserting her curling iron, rolling the sections as she had done yesterday. When she finished, she again saturated the top section with hairspray and hit it lightly with her dryer before returning to his makeup. He knew what to expect as she curled his lashes, glued falsies, and carefully lined them on both the inner and outer lids. "You've got some great eyes," said Carrie, blending some brown shadows on him now. "I've got a few ladies that would kill for these." "Well, they can have them when I'm done with them," teased Connor as she worked on his lips. "I'll let them know, but I think they'd rather have your boyfriend," teased Carrie as she stepped back, checking her work. "I finally saw the pictures of him. Woah, girl!" "They can definitely have him," teased Connor as Carrie grabbed a rat-tailed comb and her hairspray now. "Be still, honey," said Carrie, digging her comb at his crown. "I've got some teasing to do so you can really do some teasing at dinner." Connor sat there as he felt her backcombing and teasing his hair on top of his head and adding large amounts of hairspray as she worked. It was an odd feeling scratching at his scalp as she lifted and tugged. Every so often, she took a very thick barrelled curling iron and winding his hair just for seconds before continuing to back comb, tease and spray it. Finally when she was satisfied, she brushed through his bangs and then covered his eyes spraying them. She now took her hairdryer and slipped on the diffuser before setting it on low and tapped his shoulder. "You know the drill honey. Let's hang that hair upside down for a bit," said Carrie as he leaned all the way forward. "We're going to do it a little different than last time, but I just want to work it a little." She picked through the long sides and back, spraying them before he flipped back over. In her mouth now she had a series of bobbi pins between her teeth and began taking them one at a time, inserting them on the left side of his head behind his ear. When she finished, she squirted some gel into her palm before coating the hair above his left ear and digging her comb through it. He felt the sharp bristles scratching across his left temple a few times before she was satisfied and then she took her large can of finish spray, lifting his hair with her fingers until she rested it down. "A pretty little filly you are, Lori Lynne!" said Carrie packing up her stuff. "You can dress him now Trisha, and I'll be off to my salon honey. Good luck." "Thanks Carrie," said Connor, as she waved goodbye as Trisha was placing some earrings in his holes and then a necklace. Trisha now quickly helped him out of his sweat suit and sneakers and took out his fresh undergarments. She helped him change his bra, which was back to a white lacy underwire style and a matching white gaff as he tucked himself in. He sat as she rolled the nude silk pantyhose over his feet and pulled up the snug control top. He wasn't sure exactly the look she was going for as she held out a white cotton dress and he stepped into it as she brought it up his waist and slipped his arms through the sleeves. He felt it getting pretty tight around his waist and then his boobs as she buttoned it in the back and then he sat as she slipped on his boots. "How pretty are you, Lori Lynne? I like you a little gussied up like this, but see for yourself sugar?" said Trisha slipping a few bracelets on him and then spritzing some perfume. Connor walked into the bedroom and got a good view of himself in the floor length mirror. "This is like a real country girl type outfit," said Connor, staring at himself. "Yup, it's the next step after some tight jeans and boots," said Trisha. "We'd call it some Western style down here and you're looking real "Purdy" as they'd say." "Real Purdy Huh!" said Connor, twisting at his reflection. "Well hopefully I am." Connor took his hands, grabbing the edges of his flared out white country western cowgirl type dress. On his feet were saddle brown cowboy boots with some faded beige switching and a two inch flat heel. His dress flared out a few inches above his bare knees in a few ruffled layers and pinched in drastically around his waist, which was covered in a silver belt which was made up of oval silver disks, one attached to another and each highlighted with some rhinestone. On top, the dress left absolutely nothing to the imagination, as his full breasts were on display in the ultra-low peasant style top with some short puffy rounded sleeves. His hair had again been teased upward on top and was still filled with tight permed curls throughout the sides and back. This time though it had been completely swept off his left shoulder to the right, exposing fully his left ear, which now bore a large silver cross shaped earring dangling from it. A six inch rhinestone embroidered comb sparkled from behind his left ear towards the back of that temple and was dug into his hair, serving to hold the mass of curls off that left side, and his pouffy teased hair at the crown bent slightly towards the right, accentuating his big haired look. His face was again very made up with huge lashes and dark eyeliner, but this time his eye shadows mostly blended beige with chocolate shadows. His lips though were now done in an inviting plum pink and covered in a shiny glittery gloss, and his cheeks were a soft, subtle pink color. "There's not a boy this side of Texas that wouldn't turn his head at seeing you," said Trisha, slipping on a few silver rings. "You make a gorgeous Texan, Lori Lynne. Good luck tonight." "Thanks, I'll need it serving, and being a host," said Connor, tugging at his dress. "It supposed to be on the short side, and you are a hostess, not a host," said Trisha. "Just remember to sit in a ladylike manner, and try to concentrate on what I taught you today. Oh, and this lipstick is an eight hour anti smudge type. All you need to do is fix the gloss after dinner, and you'll look wonderful. Again, good luck." Trisha hugged him before she left as he was now alone in the condo. Minutes seemed like hours as finally the doorbell rang and there was Garth. Garth was dressed in black slacks and boots with a blue denim shirt and a black cowboy hat. "Wow," said Gath, taking off his hat and smiling at Connor. "Lori Lynne, you look incredible and that dinner smells fantastic." "Well, thank you sugar," said Connor, taking his hat and kissing his cheek. "Come sit down and make yourself at home." Connor took his hand and led him into the living room as he sat down. He walked into the kitchen, grabbing him a beer and opened it, bringing it back to him. "Here, start with this honey, and don't be shy," said Connor, handing it to him. "Let me get you something to warm up with." Connor now went into the kitchen and slipped on a red checkered apron before coming out with a platter of wings with a series of dips as Garth started eating. He then returned to the kitchen before coming out with another platter of cheeses, little weenies, and tacos. "You made all this?" asked Garth, dipping in. "Wow, this is delicious." "Glad you like it honey, but it's only the appetizer," said Connor. "You're a big guy, so I expect you to lick these dishes clean." "I doubt that'll be a problem," said Garth, talking with his mouth full. "Good, then I'll get you another beer," said Connor, running back and forth. "Aren't you gonna eat?" said Garth, taking the beer and patting the couch. "Come on, sit." "I'm gonna pick a little after I'm done tending to you, honey," said Connor, wiping his face softly with a napkin to remove all the wing sauce. "I'll feel better once I know your tummy's getting a little filled." Connor now wiggled up right next to him and took some pieces of cheese on a tooth pick and smiled as he hand fed Garth. He attempted to put his arm around Connor and then stopped, realizing his hands were filthy with sauce. "Sorry, don't want to get you dirty," said Garth. "Yeah, white was probably a bad choice," said Connor, fanning his dress and smiling at him. "You finish and I'm going to go check on dinner." "You sure?" said Garth, stuffing his face. "Want me to come help?" "Of course not! You're my guest," said Connor, getting up and kissing his cheek before clicking on the tv. "Now that's no work for a man anyway, so you relax and just fill that belly. I'll put on some college football for you and you kick back. The Longhorns are playing Texas A & M and I'm sure your dying to watch it." Garth was in heaven as he watched the game and filled his stomach. Connor brought him another beer and cleared some of the empty plates. "They'll never stop them the Longhorns, with their defense. They never stop pro style teams. Wishbone or options teams no problem, but not a team like this," said Connor, commenting as he took a warm wipe, cleaning Garth's fingers. "How does a pretty thing like you know so much about football?" said Garth, surprising Conner as he wiped his fingers by standing up and putting his arms around him from behind, hugging him. "You're really something, Lori Lynne." "Oh, I'm a Texas girl, honey," said Connor, allowing Garth to slip his fingers through his. "You know how we love our football down here. Don't worry I'm not the type that imposes when the boys want to watch the game. I enjoy watching, but I understand boys need their bonding time.." "Your hair smells so nice," said Garth as he bent his head down as Connor felt his breath on his neck. "You've got one gorgeous head of hair. It looks incredible again, and you're so beautiful." "Thank you," said Connor, feeling a little peck on his neck. "I appreciate you noticing that" "You're welcome," said Garth, now pressing soft kiss after soft kiss on his neck. "Garth, I've got to get dinner on the table now sugar," said Connor, trying to push away. "Dinner can wait a minute." teased Garth, leaning back and pulling Connor with him to the couch. "You're not leaving me again." "Garth!" said Connor, smiling at him as he gave a playful slap as he found himself now on Garth's lap on the couch. "Aren't you a little frisky tonight. Must be my wings!" "That and a few other things!" said Garth, as Connor felt Garth hard as a rock on his left butt cheek as he wiggled getting comfortable on his lap. "Let's eat, and then we'll cozy up a little," said Connor, initiating a soft kiss on his lips as he got up. "You don't want to ruin the mood by burning the dinner so you?" "Definitely not!" said Garth as Connor got up and headed to the kitchen. Connor now brought out a large salad, followed by a roasted turkey with all the side dishes as he laid out a small feast on the table. He took off his apron and freshened his lip gloss before opening some wine and calling over Garth. They chatted and laughed as they ate as Connor kept loading Garth's plate and filling his glass as he made sure to take only small portions and sips for himself. "So, you go watch the end of the game while I clear the table," said Connor, taking his plate and giving Garth's tummy a soft rub. "Hope you left room for dessert later." Garth happily headed for the couch, stuffed with a full stomach, to watch football as Connor cleared the table and filled the dish washer. He checked his phone in the kitchen, reading a few messages from Mr. Porter and then brought Garth a beer as he knew he'd need to spend time with Garth now. "Looks like a good game," said Connor, sitting down next to Garth now. "Not as good as you look, pretty lady," said Garth, wasting no time putting his arm around Connor. "Now it's my turn to pay you some attention." Garth shifted his body, leaning towards Connor as he looked deeply into his eyes and placed right hand on his cheek. His touch was incredibly soft on Connor's face before he slid his arm fully around him, gently lifting his hair and positioned his forearm under it as he leaned Connor back a bit and moved closer. He moved so slowly as he squeezed Connor towards him, gently pressing their lips together, initiating the most tender kiss. It was nothing like when he was kissed as Giselle, as this time it was like he was more loving and adoring. Connor closed his eyes and tried to imagine that it was Cheryl feeling Garth's tongue swirling between his, but it was almost difficult to keep the thought as he could never remember a kiss with her being this passionate. They were both out of breath as finally the kiss was broken as he found himself feeling almost embarrassed, looking away a few times as Garth seemed to not want to break eye contact smiling at him. "Why don't I go get desert ready?" said Connor, trying stand up. "You've got too much energy, Lori Lynne," said Garth, pulling him back in. "Now you relax and just be with me a little pretty lady. "You're my dessert tonight." Garth wasn't taking no for an answer and immediately he began to kiss him again. The weight of his body this time pushed them back on the couch as Connor was pinned underneath Garth as the intensity of their make out session picked up. "Easy big fella," mouthed Connor, with Garth's tongue in his mouth as he felt Garth's right hand squeezing his thigh under his skirt. "Ok," said Garth, as Connor grabbed his hand pulling it out of there and wiggling his fingers between Garth's to control it. Garth broke the kiss now, smirking at him as he slithered up on his body a few inches as Garth leaned in, nibbling on his neck before swishing his tongue on his left exposed ear. "Slow down," said Connor as he felt goose bumps on his neck before the odd sensation of Garth's hard on right on top of his flattened pubic area. He flinched, trying to shift Garth's hips as he looked up, seeing Garth's head rise and quickly lower, softly kissing his exposed cleavage. His nerves were getting the best of him now as this was an incredible sensation on his new boobs that he had never felt before, but quickly shifted himself, falling off the couch. "I better get dessert ready," said Connor, frazzled as he quickly jumped up and straightened his dress. "I'm sorry. Are you ok?" said Garth, getting concerned. "I'm fine," said Connor, hurrying into the kitchen. "I'll freshen up and be right back." Connor took a much needed break, composing himself in the bathroom, staring at his reflection. He adjusted his crooked dress at his hips and cleavage, and straightened his necklace. It was a good thing he was in eight hour lipstick as he coated them again in gloss and picked at his hair before spraying it. He took a deep breath and then returned with a platter of desserts as Garth anxiously awaited him watching football. "I'm sorry if I moved too fast, Lori Lynne," said Garth. "I meant no disrespect. I've never met someone like you before." "It's ok sugar," said Connor, relieved as he knew Garth had backed down. "I'm just not that kinda girl." "Oh, I knew that," said Garth, patting his lap. "You're the perfect kind. You're the kind worth waiting for." "Now that's a southern gentlemen," said Connor, slipping onto his lap and placing the dessert tray down on the coffee table. Connor now took some chocolate and began hand feeding Garth as he rubbed her back. He knew he had Garth where he wanted him as Garth stared at him lovingly, eating desert. They watched football together and then a few movies as they cuddled deep into the night, embracing and kissing passionately. Finally, it was 3am and they were each exhausted when finally Garth knew it was time to go. "Well, I better get going," said Garth, stretching and standing up. "This night was incredible. Better than I could have ever imagined" "Really," said Connor, batting his eyes as he walked him to the door. "I had a nice time too!" I'll call you in the morning," said Garth "Sounds good," said Connor, as they shared one last passionate exchange. "Sweat dreams, Lori Lynne," said Garth. "I know I'll be having them." Garth closed the door andcouldn't brush his teeth fast enough. He scrubbed off his makeup and wasted no time undressing before slipping into his long red silk nightgown and going to bed. In the morning, when he finally awoke he staggered into the kitchen of his condo, seeing by Mr. Porter sitting there reading a newspaper at the table. "Well, good morning sleeping beauty," said Mr. Porter, putting down the paper. "Morning," said Connor, pouring some coffee and sitting down. "I'd figured you'd need the java this morning after last night," said Mr. Porter. "You're not kidding. My head is pounding and I'm sick to my stomach," said Connor. "Well, I've got some good news to report, Mr. Cirillo," said Mr. Porter as his ears perked up. "I think its working. He's enamoured with you!" "You mean with Lori Lynne!" said Connor ,immediately correcting him. "Sorry, you know what I mean," said Mr. Porter. "You see, our plan is working." "Good, so you got everything you need! Tell me you got good pictures and video from here right!" said Connor. "Oh, I got great stuff. I got all those steamy make out sessions, and I even have some clear shots of him fondling your breasts," said Mr. Porter. "So I think after you see him again today, we might be able to finish this!" "Today!" said Connor getting agitated. "You just said you have all the evidence. You said you have it all on film!" "I do Mr. Cirillo, but that wasn't the entire plan," said Mr. Porter. "We agreed that you'd do what you have to do, and I'd use this as backup if needed. The goal was for him to break it off and want you. That hasn't happened yet, but I think it's close." "Close, how do you know??" screamed Connor. "Here's how?" said Mr. Porter, spinning his computer. "If you read his email and texts, or listen to his voicemail, he's not responding. She's sent him a number of messages yesterday and this morning, and nothing. Prior to this, he was on them immediately." "Maybe he's just sleeping. I just woke up myself," said Connor. "Wrong again Mr. Cirillo," said Mr. Porter. "He's been tailgating for the two hours at the stadium and texting you back and forth while ignoring her. I've also got someone hanging out eavesdropping, so I know everything that's going on. All he is interested in is going to the game, and then seeing you later. I've already texted him back and accepted his invitation." "Again today?" said Connor, ready to barf. "Yes, keep up the good work you've been doing as Lori Lynne, and the end is in sight," said Mr. Connor. "Now Carrie should be at the door and Trisha will be along shortly with your outfit." Mr. Porter opened the door, letting Carrie in as she immediately came in, hugging Connor. "What did you do to my hair?" said Carrie, teasing as it was all dishevelled. "Is that bed head, or some studs straying hands?" "I'd say little of each, but more the latter," teased Mr. Porter, as Connor shot him a look. "Go take a shower," said Carrie, handing him a shower cap, and then I'll wash your hair in the sink." Connor took a shower and then returned as she sat him near the kitchen sink in his bathrobe. He leaned back awkwardly as she worked washing and scrubbing until she was satisfied. She switched on football as he sat there watching the Cowboys and Redskins as she worked from behind, blow drying his hair. She mostly scrunched with her fingers as it went from soaked to damp before she brushed it out on top. She carefully took her rat tailed comb, flipping some strands as she carefully created a middle part this time, and then took her curling iron rolling under some 1 inch sections on the left, inserting it from the temple to the back of his head. She repeated it two more times on the left and then repeated the entire process on the right before she curled his bangs under and saturated his head in hairspray. He sat patiently watching pieces of the game as she worked on his face, blending and powdering. He was accustomed to the pampering now as she glued on his lashes and perfectly lined his eyes. "It'll be a little heavier than normal with this outfit, so don't be alarmed if it looks more done up but that what would be expected," said Carrie, brushing on the blush. "Not too many men keep their teeth as white as you, so this red is going to look even brighter with your smile." "Great?" said Connor sarcastically as she lined his lips with her pencil. "Don't worry, I'll still be using a lip color that won't kiss off," said Carrie, painting at his lips. From what I hear that worked out well yesterday." "Ok, I'm here. I made it," said Trisha, rushing in and hugging them. "Oh, I love that color Carrie." "It's flashy, right?" said Carrie, brushing on some gloss. "Just give me two more minutes and you can dress him and then I'll finish." "So, how you feeling there, Lori Lynne!" said Trisha, looking at her watch. "That works because if you can finish him in like fifteen, we'll be fine because there's going to be traffic driving him there." "Even going the opposite direction of the traffic," said Carrie, changing his earrings. "Wait, where I am going?" said Connor, confused. "I thought he was coming here?" "He is. You better read those texts so you know what you sent him," said Trisha. "I did. They just said I was meeting him after work and after the he gets out of the game." "Exactly," said Mr. Porter. "If you read carefully, you said that you'll meet him at his parking garage which is two blocks from the stadium, and then you two are coming here to watch the Sunday night game and hang out." "Oh great. That means I'm supposed to be cooking and waiting on him hand and foot again." Whined Connor. "Plus he'll be half bombed and all over me in no time then." "That may be, but you won't be cooking," said Mr. Porter. "You will have just gotten off work, so you'll be tired and looking forward to relaxing with him." "Once he sees you, he will immediately know you've been on your feet for a few hours and I'm sure not eating anymore since I'm sure he's been stuffing his face all day," said Mr. Porter. "I'm sure he'll be happy to order in with his poor tired little honey." "My feet all day? What am I, a waitress?" said Connor. "Oh ,don't tell me you're putting me in one of those cheesy little bar maid outfits. You sure about this, because I don't think any waitress is going to make him forget Cheryl." "Who said anything about a waitress or bar maid?" said Mr. Porter. "You're his dream girl. You're beautiful. You cook and clean and take care of your man. And you love football." "You're every Texan man's dream," said Carrie. "Especially when you put all those things together and he sees you in your Sunday outfit." "This puts him over the top Connor," said Trisha, unzipping a garment bag. "This makes Lori Lynne irresistible!" Connor's eyes bugged out, seeing the little white shorts and the blue top as Trisha took the hanger from the garment bag. "How am I going to pull that off?" said Connor. "Come on, are you kidding?" "No, but we will need to be precise on a few things," said Mr. Porter. "Today won't be a day for being shy!" Connor gulped as Trisha helped drop his robe to the floor. She carefully now removed the remaining light bandages from his breasts and tossed them on the couch. From the hanger, she removed the bright blue long sleeved top and unbuttoned the little button at the cuff on each arm. She slipped it over his right arm and then dipped it behind him slipping in the left before pulling it up onto his shoulders. He stood perfectly still, looking down as she moved his breasts slightly before tying the front tightly. She buttoned the little clear buttons at each wrist and then slipped the little white vest over each arm, sliding it perfectly under the tops' collar. "Sorry about this in advance," said Trisha, dropping off his underwear. "But at this point, I know too much about you anyway and we have to get it perfect." "Oh, this is beyond crazy." Whined Connor, trying not to think about it as his friend was winding something around his penis. "Spread open more and then breathe in and hold it," said Trisha, pushing his testicles inside him and pulling his penis back firmly. She spread his legs a bit, taping them open as he felt her pulling and taping between his cheeks. She then took a white pad, covering the area, sticking it into place and then held out some nude pantyhose which he stepped into. She stretched and straightened them a few times, making sure they were perfect and then he stepped into some tight white shorts as she pulled them up. "Not bad," said Trisha, touching all over at his crotch area before having him step into some white boots. "I read all about ways cross dressers hide this stuff, and it really works. Now try to sit and let Carrie finish you." Connor sat back down and Carrie went to work finishing his hair. As usual, she had him flip over and teased the heck out of his curls and began lifting the top. She spayed his hair heavily from every angle and then took a little glitter, lightly dusting his cleavage and sprayed the slightest amount on his hair. "Just for a touch of shine honey," said Carrie. "Boys like that. Good luck!" "Holy crap, I always hated the Cowboys!" said Connor, walking over and looking at himself in the full length mirror. "This is almost worse than kissing." It was impossible not to move his legs and stare at his ass as he turned, seeing himself with a bulge nowhere to be found in the tiny white shorts above his white cowgirl boots. He placed his hands on his hips, proud of his solid abs which looked so strange to him just above the blue Texas star on each side of his white matching belt with the large silver sparkling buckle just below his naval. He wiggled his breasts, smirking as he watched them ripple under the electric blue blousy sleeved short top, which tied just under his breasts in front and was accessorized with the little crop style white vest, which was decorated with a few blue stars outlined in silver on each side. He fussed with his hair a little, picking a few strands of his bangs from his thick false lashes and then smiled, seeing what Carrie meant as his teeth did look whiter under the ultra-glossy ruby colored lips. His cheeks did look redder as she had put way more blush on him and a hint of electric blue sat on his creases, bringing out his eye color. His hair had again been teased and plastered away from his ears, showing off the huge diamond studs he had in, but this time it had been parted in the middle and feathered towards the back on each side, still in a large poofy look. Curls still filled the sides and back, accentuating his very made up cheerleader look, as he knew it wouldn't be easy to keep Garth's hands off him seeing him like this. "Here, this will help," said Trisha, holding open a large fur coat as she slipped it on Connor. "I always say keep them guessing a little honey, and dressed like this you'll draw some fans I'm sure you'll want to avoid. I wouldn't unbutton this until you have to." Connor nodded as he followed Trisha to her car. She drove him to the stadium giving him instruction and confidence until the crowd let out and he knew it was time. He got out walking towards the stop to meet Connor, keeping his coat closed to avoid any attention until he was actually relieved to see him. "Hey gorgeous," said Garth, as they exchanged a quick kiss and got in the car. "I'm so happy to see you." "Me too, sweetie. So let's go to my place and I can whip up something quick for you. Are you hungry, honey?"" Asked Connor, rubbing Garth's thigh as he drove. "If you want, you can relax and we'll watch the rest of the games together." "Well, I could always eat, but that's not necessary," said Garth, patting his stomach. "I eat like a pig at these games and aren't you tired from work. We could order in if you're hungry." "That's so thoughtful of you, but I won't feel right unless I know you're well fed and taken care of," said Connor, sliding his nails through Garth's hair. "I'm ok for now, but I must say I'm looking forward to just relaxing a little with my man." "Me too, but I hope you've got a little energy for me though," said Garth, enjoying the touch. "Oh, I'll get my second wind in no time sugar," said Connor. "It's just this time of year working a second job on Sunday that tuckers me out a little, but I don't need much rest. Once we get to my place, we'll watch some games and then once you get hungry, I'll fix you something." "You're like the energizer bunny, Lori Lynne. I wasn't expecting you to look amazing in that coat all made up with your hair done. Wow. I thought you said you'd be in your work clothes, so this wasn't exactly what I expected," said Garth. "You don't look tuckered out to me and I'm dressed like a slob." "Oh, this little old coat," said Connor, flipping his wrist. "It's no big thing'. Plus I can't go to work looking all ragged. That just wouldn't work for me. I'm not the type that leaves my house not being put together. Plus, you look fine to me in those jeans. I like that look on you sugar bear." Garth pulled up now and hurried around to opening Connor's door as he took his hand helping him from the car. "I love that you're a gentlemen," said Connor, taking his arm as they walked inside. "Thank you," said Garth, taking the opportunity to kiss Connor right before they entered as he opened his purse, getting out his keys. He wrapped his arms around Garth deepening the kiss as fumbled with his keys dropping them as it got passionate. "Glad you're happy to see me today honey," said Connor as Garth bent over picking them up and stared down at Connor's feet under the long coat. "But let's continue this inside ok? The remote is on the couch, and I'll get you a beer and change." "Wait, those white boots?" said Garth, curiously as they went inside. "They uhmm. You're not a." "You mean Cowboy. Sorry, I thought you knew Garth," said Connor, opening his fur coat as he saw Garth's jaw drop. "Yes well I love my second job this time of year, but it can be really demanding and physical. It doesn't pay much, but I don't do it for the money. I just love being one of the girls, especially on game days. It's exciting." Garth almost passed out getting the full view of Connor in his Dallas Cheerleader outfit now as he neatly folded his coat over the back of a kitchen chair. "Exciting!" said Garth, almost speechless. "I bet it is. I can't believe it. You're a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader." "It's no big thing sweetie, but I'm proud to be one of many!" said Connor, putting his hands on his hips. "With the new stadium, there's so many of us everywhere so it's a lot of fun. I just wish our team was better. Now why don't you sit down and I'll get you that beer so you can relax." Garth was almost drooling as he sat down as Connor brought him a beer and handed it to him. "Thanks," said Garth, taking it and staring him up and down. "Ok, now enjoy the game and I'll go change for ya," said Connor. "Please don't," said Garth, taking his hand. "Let me just take this in for a minute." Connor let out a little girly screech as Garth playfully pulled him onto his lap, now holding him. "Guess I'll wait a little then," said Connor smiling as he immediately felt Garth's rock hard member as he sat across him. Garth wasted no time kissing him deeply as he was more excited than ever before as Garth felt every poke on his buttocks as they made out. It was their longest and most passionate kissing session until Connor finally broke the kiss and they gazed into each other's eyes. "Not that I mind the little vibrating massage, but maybe you better reply to some of those texts honey," said Connor, taking a breath with his arms around Garth's neck. "I've got to tinkle and it seems like somebody's really needs you. I guess I'm not the only one that has to work some Sundays." "Whoever can wait!" said Garth, still with his arms around Connor. "There's nothing more important than being with you." "Really?" said Connor, moving and planting a very soft wet kiss on him before hugging him. "I wasn't sure you felt that way about me, but as long as we're sharing, I was kind of hoping you felt that way. I know we just really starting seeing each other, but I feel that way about you too." "You're just really so special, Lori Lynne," said Garth. "I've never met anyone one like you before." Connor ran his fingers through Garth's hair again and hugged him tightly, feeling Garth's breath between his breasts as he held him for a few moments before again initiating a passionate kiss. "So you're saying I should call my other boyfriend and cancel him coming over tonight?" said Connor smirking as he teased Garth. "Ah yeah!" said Garth, playfully slapping his ass. "That's a no no my pretty cheerleader. I don't share too well." "Well me either, my big strong man," said Connor, rubbing his bicep. "Good, but I just have one last request if we're not going to share," said Garth. "What's that?" said Connor. "Can you wear this outfit for just me and like everytime I come here to watch football," said Garth, immediately tickling Connor. They shared a few quick laughs as Garth tossed Connor around, bouncing him on his lap and kissing his neck and ears as he hugged him from behind now. The kissing got hot and heavy again quickly and before he knew it, Garth leaned him back, looking into his eyes lying him on the couch. He knew he had put himself in a vulnerable position as Garth was a master, shifting his weight and suddenly was on top of him on his couch. Garth's hands were running up and down his legs and before he knew it, Garth began rubbing his breasts. Within a millisecond, he was squeezing them together as he couldn't believe the sensation and before he could blink, he was staring at the top of Garth's head. "Garth, easy," moaned Connor ,as he ignored his weak whimper, softly nibbling and kissing between his breasts. He pushed Garth's head upward as Garth just smiled at him and leaned in, sucking on his neck now as he felt his hands attempt to untie his top. He pushed them away as Garth wasn't backing down easily and almost jumped out of his skin as he pushed back forcefully as he felt Garth try to open his shorts. "Sorry, I thought we both wanted this," said Garth, annoyed a bit that Connor backed him off as he sat up. "I do, but you're moving very fast," said Connor, pushing his hands away. "I'm an old fashion southern girl Garth. I thought you understood that." "I'm sorry, I've got a lot on my mind," said Garth. "It's been like a world win meeting a girl like you and I guess my hormones got the most of me. I'm sorry." "You're sorry?" said Connor. "That's all you can say?" "Please don't get mad at me. Look at you," said Garth, taking his hand. "You're drop dead gorgeous and smart and amazing. I mean guys would line up to date you, but that's not just the reason I want to be with you. You're so down to earth and passionate. I mean a girl that's gorgeous, can cook, and loves football. I mean come on, your off the charts. Please don't be mad at me. Please let's not ruin anything we have here." "Well?" said Connor, twisting his lips as he rolled his eyes. "Please Lori Lynne, I'm pleading with you," said Garth on one knee now as he took his hand. "Sorry, it's always been my fantasy to be with a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader, but it can wait. Sorry, just you in that outfit and everything made me crazy to get in your pants. I'm sorry. I'll restrain myself ,but you're so beautiful and hot and sexy. Damn this is hard!" "So we understand each other then," said Connor ,staring at him sternly. "Yes we do," said Garth, as he looked down as his phone had fallen to the floor with all the passion and was vibrating. "You have to get that?" said Connor, knowing it was Cheryl's number as he could see the caller I.d. "Uumm I, well it's nothing," said Garth, silencing the phone as he turned it away as Connor could see a message reading 6 missed calls. "I'm sorry. Where were we?" "I need a minute Garth," said Connor, leaving the room and going into the kitchen. "I'm gonna go freshen up and I'll be right back." Connor opened the drawer, looking at his phone and seeing the messages from Mr. Porter and skimmed them before focusing on the last one. "Moment of truth Lori Lynne. Finish what you started," said the message. "He may say one thing but you know he means another. Don't make the mistake Giselle did. Seal the deal while you still can." Connor leaned against the counter, looking up at the spot where he knew the surveillance camera was in the kitchen shaking his head as he opened refrigerator and took out two beers. There were a few moments of eerie silence now as Connor knew he had Garth where he wanted him, but was trying to drum up the courage to get back out there and do what he knew he had to do. He placed the beers down, straightened his cleavage in his little top and then took some fresh lip gloss, applying it to his lips. As he licked them together, he took a beer in each hand and headed back out to the living room smiling as he greeted Garth. "Here you go sugar," said Connor, handing Garth a beer and placing the other down on the coffee table. "Lori Lynne, I was saying," stuttered Garth. "Well, I was trying to say. Well..umm." "Well, I think you were trying to tell me how wonderful and special and gorgeous I was, so you could get out of why you were trying to get in my pants," said Connor, smiling at him. "Isn't that correct, sugar bun?" "Yeah, I guess that was it," said Garth, smiling back at him as they shared a laugh. "Well just because I said I wasn't ready to let you in my pants, doesn't mean you won't let me in yours does it?" said Connor ,sticking his tongue in Garth's ear swishing it as his hand now rubbed Garth's crotch through his pants. "Well, uumm," moaned Garth as Connor had a nice grip on it now through his jeans. "I uumm. Of course not." "Now that's good ,because how about I just show you a little southern hospitality," said Connor, biting his ear lobe as his hands began undoing his belt buckle. "You'd like that right?" "Ooohh yeah!" Moaned Garth ,almost jumping from the couch hearing the sound of his zipper opening as Connor's fingers twisted inside. "No be a good boy and wiggle that sexy tushy for me sugar," said Connor, pulling his jeans and boxers to the floor as he sunk his teeth into Garth's neck. "You wouldn't want me to break a nail now would ya!" "Sure thing Lori Lynne. No, of course not," whimpered Garth as he helped wiggle off his pants as Conner dug his nails into his crotch area. "Wooowww." "Now you just sit back and relax and enjoy that beer honey," said Connor ,stroking his stiff member slowly and dropping to his knees in front of him. "Be sure to let me know when I'm about to reach the end zone." Connor closed his eyes and pushed Garth's legs wide open so he could position himself between them. He couldn't even believe it himself as he was staring at his long nails around Garth's shaft, stroking it as he was trying to work up the courage to lower his head. He couldn't stop thinking about Cheryl as he envisioned himself being her and doing this to him as he began lowering his face. He was almost repulsed getting his first whiff of Garth's sweaty pubic area as he began softly kissing the shaft as he held it firmly in his hand, still trying fully get up his nerve. "Oh Lori Lynne," moaned Garth, rubbing his fingers into the back of his long hair and pressing gently on his neck as he guided him onto his shaft slightly. "You're incredible." Garth gyrated upward just a bit, flexing which was just enough to begin the descent of his penis inside Connor's throat. He groaned in pleasure, digging his fingers into Connor's curly mane as he did his best relaxing his throat, taking Garth's shaft deeper and deeper each time. It was incredibly demoralizing as he slid faster and faster now, hearing the moans and groan of Garth's pleasure as his grip tightened on the back of his head. He tried picturing Cheryl in his mind again as he sucked and sucked, but it was almost impossible hearing Garth's voice as he sucked him over and over. "Oh yeah, Lori Lynne. Oh girl. Oh Lori Lynnnn," screamed Garth as he pushed his head down firmly, now holding it tightly. Instantly, he knew his request for warning had been forgotten, feeling Garth's body tense up and braced himself as Garth practically ripped his hair out of his head as he exploded into his mouth. He did his best to relax his throat, having no choice but to swallow as much of his climax as he could, before feeling some relief as Garth finally released his grip on him. He raised his head, wiping the dripping cum from his chin and then grabbed the beer on the coffee table, squiggling it down as he tried to remove some of the taste from his mouth. "You're amazing," said Garth as he pulled up his pants and sat back relaxed as Connor stood up, almost ready to pass out, heading to the kitchen. "Here honey," said Connor, returning with two more beers as he sipped one and handed the other to Garth as he sat on the couch. He was in a fog now as he sat there drinking as instantly Garth put his arm around him, resting his head on Garth's shoulders watching football as they sat there like a happy couple snuggling. Three beers later, the game ended and Garth got up kissing Connor on the cheek goodnight as he happily exited for the evening. Repulsed and without a tooth brush, Garth washed out his mouth a few more times with beer and grabbed his coat, heading back to his actual home. Exhausted he tossed his keys on the coffee table and walked into his living room, pitching his coat on the arm of the sofa and sitting down in his favorite spot. "Out pretty late for a Sunday night, I see," said Cheryl, surprising Connor. "Cheryl," said Connor in shock as he spun looking across the room. "Is that you? What are you doing here?" "It's me. Hope you don't mind. I let myself in as you never asked for the keys back," said Cheryl, sitting across the room in a dimly lit chair. "Looks like I surprised you?" "Um yeah," said Connor ,not knowing what to say. Maybe I should be asking is that you instead?" said Cheryl. "Things certainly have changed since we've broken up, haven't they?" "Cheryl, I can. Um, I can explain," said Connor stuttering. "Well, this should be interesting," said Cheryl, raising her voice a touch. "I'm certainly interested to see why someone that's an animal rights activist for the last five years was wearing a mink coat, and it should be really entertaining to understand why a diehard Cowboy hater is wearing a Dallas Cheerleader outfit. Oh, and let me not forget to mention how I find it completely fascinating that you're rocking that enormous Texas hair when you were the one that made me shear my long locks for that stupid bob that you knew I hated, just so I could be trendy for you. Please go ahead and explain, this should be absolutely captivating. I'm all ears." "Cheryl, things aren't exactly what they appear," said Connor standing up. "Stop with the bullshit, Connor," said Cheryl, holding out her hand in a stop position. "You know, you've always been a shitty liar anyway." "Cheryl, please, I did this for you," Connor pleading with her. "Really, you thought I wanted you to have big boobs?" said Cheryl. "Because I really don't remember discussing that with you! For some reason, I think I would have remembered that conversation." "Please Cheryl, just give me a chance to explain," said Connor. "I decided to do anything not to lose you, so I've done some things that may seem a little odd. Believe me I did do it for you, and for us." "No Connor. You think you did this for me, but I know you," said Cheryl. "You did this for yourself. You can be so self-centered, and never think of anyone else's feelings. I know you didn't want to lose me, but losing me to Garth was unbearable for an egomaniac like you. I know everything Connor! Or should I call you Lori Lynne now. I've known all along." "Are you kidding me? How'd you know my name?" said Connor stunned. "I think they made your curls too tight, Lori Lynne! Did the chemicals from the perm seep into that bubble headed brain of yours? For such a brilliant business man, you make quite a dingy little chick," said Cheryl sarcastically. "Next time you break up with you fianc?, I suggest you change your passwords. After we broke up, I logged into your email just to forward some of my old emails that I needed and I found your initial conversations with Mr. Porter. At first I was shocked, but then I thought about it and know how obsessed you are with things. I never thought you would have gone this far with it, but I have to say even I was stunned when you thought you could pull off dressing up and seducing Garth away from me. That one is really a shocker!" "I was desperate," said Connor. "I didn't know what else to do. I was so desperate." "No kidding," said Cheryl, with a little chuckle. "I always knew Garth was a dog and he was never a long term guy for me regardless of what you thought. He just filled a void in my life and I didn't want to be alone after our breakup. It was just a fling Connor." "A fling," said Connor, feeling sick to his stomach. "I did all this for a fling." "Do you see what I'm saying. I, I, I," said Cheryl, getting pissed. "Again it's not about Connor! None of this is about you." "I'm sorry," said Connor, as a tear flowed down his cheek. "I followed you here to Texas to change and I fucked up. I was trying to support you, and I just don't know how." "You know the crazy part Connor. When I found out you were spying on me, I hated you more than you could even imagine but it actually motivated me. It motivated me to find my true self," said Cheryl. "When I realized Mr. Porter was watching me, I'd kiss Garth deeper and more passionate just to shove i