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Chapter 2 Chris and Mary Reunite "Christopher, can I see you in the conference room, please," said Virginia, his boss. Formal, polite, but firm. He got up from his chair and exited his cubicle. As Christopher followed her, he could not get two thoughts out of his mind. First, she was darned cute. He could not keep his eyes off her pretty figure and darling clothes. He was addicted to her. Second, he was probably in very hot water. Little did he know how hot, at least, until he saw two others already in the room, neither looking any too warm or friendly. "Do you know why we are here, Christopher?" asked Virginia, reminding Christopher of the line cops use when they pull over a car. Whatever the reason, it wasn't good. Christopher, in his two years there, had gotten a few dressing downs. This one looked worse than the others. "No," he replied. "Christopher, I want to review two entries here in your file. The first, a few months after you arrived, regarding some remarks you made belittling women engineers in a meeting. Three women made a complaint to human resources, you and I talked it over, and we agreed that those kinds of remarks were in violation of company policy and could result in termination." She turned the document so he could see it. "And you signed here, indicating your understanding of the policy." "The second, two months ago, regarded your complaint that we had hired an unqualified candidate because of her race when plenty of qualified candidates were available. We discussed this company's policy of reaching out to marginalized and disenfranchised groups to create a diversity in the company to match that of the society. We insist that all our staff abide by this policy. Not doing so is grounds for termination. You signed here," she said, pointing to his signature on a second document, "agreeing that while you are employed here, you will agree with our corporate policy." Christopher did not like where this meeting was headed. What now? "Last week, we had a third very serious complaint. We understand you groped one of our senior staff, repeatedly, even as she tried to push you away. Do you recall that incident?" Chris felt a pain deep in his stomach. He glanced at the other two in the room. One bland, well dressed, watchful woman taking notes. Probably HR. One very large man, looking none two friendly, with an unwavering gaze. Probably security. What else could Chris say. His job was on the line. "No," he replied. "Nothing like that happened." Virginia pulled a few 8x10 glossies from her folder and laid them on the desk. There was Christopher, plain as day, pulling Sally from marketing close and Sally, just as clearly, pushing him away. "Where did you get these! These are a lie! Sally was flirting with me in the break room. Told me how cute she thought I was. Touched me on the arm. Gave me a little peck on the cheek. Told me we should get together some time." "Christopher, these pictures are plain as day, and they tell a different story. And we have the testimony of a witness who observed it while walking by and hearing the commotion. "Women, being usually smaller and weaker, have been abused and groped and taken advantage of since the beginning of time. But, thankfully, we live in a more modern world, and this is a more modern company. Women have a privileged status here. Unlike the past, they get the benefit of the doubt over the male's side." You knew the company policy, you signed the handbook, and you signed the last two disciplinary infraction Corrective Action Plans. I am afraid your time with us has drawn to a close." "It can't be!" Christopher exclaimed. "This must be a set up. Who was the witness? One of her cronies? I have been working day and night for weeks and have totally redrawn the engineering specs for our big job. Under a very tight deadline. You told me yourself it was beautiful work and would transform the whole project!" "I did," Virginia admitted, "and I will miss your skill. But you had two prior warnings, and you brought this on yourself. You are not in a college frat anymore. This is not the 1950s. It's a new world of inclusiveness, respect, and the empowerment of women and minorities. Whether or not she flirted a little with you is irrelevant. Mild flirting is one thing. Physical force is another." He could not help but think to himself what prize he was losing, and how beautiful she was. And her outfit: the pressed white blouse, unbuttoned to just the right level, the gleaming gold bracelets, the trim skirt, almost, but not quite too short. Heels just high enough to be sexy but still low enough to walk in. He was mad and angry at himself now. A mistake he'd made many times. So wrapped up in himself and some small obsession, he had missed the big picture. A good job, a beautiful and capable boss, and he had thrown it out the window. For what? "Virginia, I need this job. I have an expensive apartment and no nest egg built up. I have been working so many hours on your project, I really have no life outside of this job. Now I can't get a good recommendation for the next. Virginia, please, you must agree with me that all this modern empowerment talk is foolishness. Like Martin Luther said, let's judge the content of a person's character, not the color of his skin. And I am sure he would have said the same about gender. What makes women and minorities such a protected class? If no one can make sexual advances anymore, how are people going to marry and carry on humankind? You must agree with me?" His anger at himself spilled over into his pleading. He rose from his seat as emotion took over. The big man rose just a quickly. Light on his feet for a big guy. Intimidating. Christopher was speechless. What would happen to his career now? Could he fight this? Did he want to? His signature on those two prior complaints. The testimony of the two women! Did he really misunderstand Sally's signals? Did she want him out and set him up? And who was the woman taking the cell phone pics? Or was it a security camera? It must have been a set up. But why? Was he that misogynistic? He was furious at himself but also at the modern woke culture. How were men expected to act in this crazy, modern world? What was he supposed to do with these emotions? Instead of getting angry, was he supposed to cry like a girl? "Christopher," continued Veronica, "I find it a great pleasure and very fulfilling to work for this company. I may or may not personally agree with every single policy. But I take the bad with the good, and I tow the company line. And that includes this meeting today, not matter how hard it may be on you. "We are offering you an option. It's your choice. "You can sign here. Both sides agree to confidentiality about the issues surrounding your departure. If we break that agreement, you will be entitled to damages. You agree to confidentiality about the details of your work here and your termination. Of course, you can give company name, your positions, and your date of employment, but no trade secrets or stories or articles about why you left. "Or you can decide not to sign. You would then be free to dispute the termination via internal, company channels, or external, court channels. If you choose that course, two things will happen. The reasons for your departure will not be kept from potential new employers seeking a reference. And the woman you groped will not be discouraged by us to file a complaint against you. And the photographic evidence will not be withheld by us. "It's your choice," finished Virginia, falling silent, pushing the agreement halfway between them, pen on top. As the seconds ticked, Christopher saw the Hobson's Choice. A sexual assault charge from a coworker would be expensive to fight and, even if successfully defended, would be a damming public record. And he would never win a wrongful termination suit with his signed agreement to committing two termination worthy acts already. A sealed record was best. They would have to state that he did work there for such and such a time in such and such a position but give no hint as to the issues around his leaving. His future did not lie with the organization. Even knowing this, he had always been stubborn beyond common sense. He could not resist making one more try. Virginia was like the cop who had to be convinced on the spot. Either she backed him, or no number of courts, judges, or appeals would bail him out. "Isn't there any other option?" Christopher begged. He would do anything now to roll back the clock. Why had he been so pig headed? But Virginia's expression and silence answered the question. She was so beautiful, successful, and desirable. He was lonely and without a girl. He so longed to be successful and to have a girl like Virginia. Now he was about to be tossed out on the street. He vowed then and there, if he ever got a good job again, he would get down on his knees and agree to every little policy and suggestion, no matter how foolish they seemed to him. Once he signed the mutual nondisclosure, Virgina wrapped things up. "Security here will see you to the door. Maintenance will bring all your personal items out to you there. Your severance will cover though this pay period and the next. Your COBRA options will be sent by email. I do hope you will stay in touch. If you can just agree to fit into the prevailing culture, which, as you know, varies from place to place, your engineering skills should carry you far. So, please, stay in touch. It's a small world, and our paths might cross again." After putting all his stuff from work into the apartment, he changed to his workout gear and headed out for a long brisk walk in the fresh air. He would call his family and friends later. He just needed to get out and move. A run or long walk always helped. The parks and wide sidewalks were so beautiful. Lots of pretty girls to look at on the street. And the shop windows! How did those mannequins make the clothes look so pretty. He could not help but stop in front on one lingerie display. Just looking at the clothes and feminine widow dressings started to excite him. The flowers and pastel trimmings were so cute! A red flush went to his cheeks. Damn those emotions. What if someone was looking and realized his excitement. He was afraid to look behind him to check. He bent down, pretending to retie his laces. Looking back as he did so, a gaggle of high school girls looked at him and broke out giggling. Sheesh. Talk about embarrassed. After a few hours of pacing all over town, he started to see the foot traffic pick up. Getting to be quitting time. And he was exhausted, hungry, and ready to head home. "Chris! It's Mary! Your old college friend! How are you? Wow, what a surprise." "Oh! Hi, Mary," Chris responded, startled to see his old college buddy. "Why so sad, Old Friend?" "Oh, stuck thinking about my own troubles. As usual. It's been years. What have you been up to?" "Well, I got a great sales job out of Tech, and my company paid for me to do my MBA at night. I have a great large townhouse I share nearby. I'm dating a few different guys casually, but nothing serious. You? Did you get that Masters in Engineering? I remember you had a full fellowship." "Yeah, but I just got canned from my second job just a few hours ago! I just figured I would walk it off alone until I got over it." "Oh, Chris, I am so sorry! If I can give you a shoulder to cry on, let me know. When I'm glum and facing issues, I gather my posse around to cheer me up and give me their advice. But I remember you're a top engineering talent, and you guys often need your alone time." Mary bubbled over with cheer and chat, seeming unchanged from college days. "Isn't it great to live in a walkable city? Cars are such a pain. We're lucky. Are you nearby? Look, I am just headed home and on a pretty tight schedule. I'm booked tight for the next few nights, but would love to do dinner, say Thursday? Are you free then? Meet right here at 6:00? Say, walk around town until we're tired and hungry, then dinner at a cool little Indian place nearby I just discovered?" Chris cheered up for the first time in hours. Imagine, almost a date! Something he had not had in a long time. He smiled. Mary was undeniably cute. He was still uncontrollably attracted to beautiful women. She was every bit as much a knock-out as in their college days. Of course, she was wearing the clothes of the female MBA. And just a little makeup. His heart melted at the sight. Gosh, he was such a sucker for a pretty girl. He smiled a little despite all his self pity. "Sure, I would love that, Sorry about the glumness. I'll try to be past it by Thursday." "Oh, who can blame you? Sounds like you have a right to be glum. Look, I have to run. See you here in a few days." Chris, despite all his woes, felt ten times better. What a treat Mary was. She always was so cheerful, uplifting, and fun. What a coincidence to wind up in the same town. She was certainly still gorgeous. And the clothes! So cute. The street front Mexican joint was just the ticket. Chris got a burrito and rested for twenty minutes. A visit to the restroom, and he forged on like a new man. He walked for what seemed like hours. Getting another new job could be a big problem. How could he have messed up so badly a second time? Like a lot of technical types, he tended to focus on his own thoughts, his own deeply held beliefs, and his own inner world. One problem: he was not King of the Earth, so the rest of the world, and their opinions, mattered big time. He vowed again to bend to his new boss's every whim, no matter how foolish. He just naturally had little concept of his own feeling, much less others'. All these recent corporate policies of caring about other's feelings, women's empowerment, racial empowerment, not offending any minority groups, whether gay, black, LGBTQ+, or any other little subgroup supposedly discriminated against. All those nebulous things made little sense to him. Now, unfortunately for him, the power structure seemed to be obsessed with them. Practical concrete expertise seemed irrelevant. Finally, home late, he showered and collapsed into bed. His mind alternating between the joy of seeing Mary and the grim prospect of the job hunt with two firings on the resume. He awoke with the sun and headed out again for a brisk walk. He could feel his growing paunch. He worked night and day for that crummy company, skipped workouts, lived on junk food, and, after all that, they let him go. Well, he had his pride, he knew he was a top engineer from a top school, but also knew he would have some big hurdles when potential new employers saw how short his job stints were. For a guy who thought he liked to work alone, he seemed mighty lonely by midafternoon. He missed the human contact and his old routine. Thankfully, he had his new job: post to every job site and send out email feelers to his old buddies. Trouble was, he had kept up few contacts. He was weak on small talk. A true "techie," he was weak on names and relationships and birthday and post cards and all the things that made "people people" so popular. By day's end he had TWO interviews lined up for tomorrow. They must be ready to hire. One at 9:30 AM and one at 2:00 PM. He took a long jog, hit the gym for some weights, and decided to do a salad from the grocery store rather than take-out. He had to lose that paunch. And with no employment, or unemployment, in the offing, money could get very tight very quickly. He vowed to buy the raw ingredients next time, not the prepared version. The next day at 9:15 found him eager and ready to go, waiting in the lobby for his appointment. He had done his internet research. Small company, private, controlled by the founder, focusing on subcontracted engineering work. Very well regarded as far as he could tell. More of a boutique situation than a giant corporation. The first interviewer, presumably from HR, showed him the offices and handed him off to a group manager. "Hello Christopher," smiled the unusually handsome man, offering his hand. "I'm Callan. Come on in." The office looked very neat and clean. A few plants and some neutral artwork. No family pictures, noticed Christopher, and no clutter. "Tell me about your past jobs and what you are looking for at this point." Christopher tried not to say too much, and after each brief answer, he tried to ask an open ended question back. He deflected questions about why he left the last two employers, giving the nondisclosure as the reason. Though the manager accepted that, Chris could tell the issue was a potential sticking point. Callan rose, signaling the end of the meeting. Christopher was struck again with how handsome he was and noticed for the first time how fit and well groomed he looked. Callan must have been proud of his figure, for his shirt seemed almost a little too fitted for business wear. "Come with me," Callan said. "You are scheduled for five minutes with Dirk, out president. "Wow!" thought Christopher. "I must have a good shot at the job to meet the head man on the first interview." He was shown into the founder's office for the final ten minutes of the interview. Famous in engineering circles with many patents and financial successes to his credit. Like Callan, Dirk was an unusually handsome and likable man, though Christopher imagined he could turn a hard edge if crossed. He might have been in his late forties, tall and powerful, but still fit and trim, full of charm. Something about him was a little disconcerting. Christopher was getting confusing signals. Was the man gay? Was he flirting with the potential new hire? Christpher panicked a little, but remembered his pledge as he was getting canned from the last job: He vowed then and there, if he ever got a good job again, he would get down on his knees and agree to every little policy and suggestion, no matter how foolish they seemed to him. All doubts were removed as the man shook hands a little too long, and wrapped his arm around Christopher as he led him to the door, giving his shoulder a little squeeze. "If you do come with us, Christopher, I really think you and I will get along like very good friends. That, and top performance, will make you fit right in. We are a very close group here." Christopher was startled to get a wink and was it followed by a barely noticeable air kiss? "Hopefully, if they bring you back for a second interview, we can get to know each other a little better. How would that sit with you?" Christopher blushed eight shades of red. Did he mean the second interview? Or the getting to know each other a little better. Darn, the guy was a master manipulator. "Ah, of course, I would like that very much" he stammered out, unable to hide his nervousness. Is this how young girls felt when hit up by senior management? What did the clever girl say or do in return? His emotional revulsion played against his hopes and needs for a good job and left him unable to say anything else, but at least he had the sense to look the big man in the eyes and smile back. As the HR person led Christopher back to the lobby, his stomach turned. He saw other staff members looking him over. Did they get the same treatment? Was this some kind of gay place? For whatever reason, Christopher was uncomfortable around homosexuals. He was a straight, old fashioned, conservative, white male. Imagine, getting hit on by senior management like an aspiring actress steered to the casting couch! On the other hand, a job was a job, and, maybe, he had misconstrued everything? The fresh air of the street and the trip back to the apartment cleared his head. At 1:45, dressed in a clean shirt, he walked in for the second job interview, He greeted the receptionist and introduced himself. She was so beautiful and well-spoken and smartly dressed. He fell for her instantly. He was such a sucker for a pretty girl, "Boy," he thought, "I hope I am lucky enough to see her at the start and end of every day!" Each interview went great. Mutual good vibrations all around. But his leaving two very good jobs with companies known for their staying power was an issue in each interview. Fred, from HR, was more direct. "Christopher, you know that for the complex problems we face, a multiyear commitment is required to learn the ropes and make a contribution. Shorter stays are very expensive for us, both financially and timewise. I see you did not stay too long at the last two jobs. I have to be honest. Your likelihood of staying is going to be an important factor in our decision process. Can you give us a little insight here?" Christopher was stuck for a response. The job sounded ideal. He liked the people. Mostly all men, so his issues with so called inclusiveness should not be a problem. The receptionist was female. It seemed more traditional. The company was well respected. Pay had not come up, but the job listing and title were promising. The silence was a little awkward as Chris struggled with a coherent response. "Well," said Fred, "we will all meet internally after interviewing the various candidates and will contact you about the next step, if we go there, which would be a second round of interviews. It may be a week or two. Thank you for coming in." Christopher ended the day a lot less confident than he had started it. Maybe getting another job wouldn't be so easy. His worry returned. They next day of job search was much less successful. Tedious job site enrollments, applying for jobs he did not even want just because so few seemed to match his goals. He called his mom and dad that night. Dad was far from sympathetic. "I had the rebelliousness beat out of me in the Marines. Successful organizations require a strong chain of command. Rules are rules. I can't tell you how disappointed I am. All the hard-earned money I had spent on your education. How could you have thrown that away? If you get stuck in some dead end, low paying job with a bastard of a boss, you will get a lesson in getting along you never wanted." Mom was much more sympathetic. Mothers! Thank goodness for them. But no amount of hearing "I love you. Please come back and live at home until you get a new job" seemed attractive to him. He was a strong young man. It was time to make his way in the world. His dad had made it, despite many obstacles. Christopher vowed to himself to succeed or fail on his own. But the next day went by with little success. He got no more interviews. Maybe he should broaden his geographic area? He worried about his future. He worried about short term money problems that would come soon enough. His savings were meager. He had agreed to no unemployment. Could he go back on that word? Even with the signed agreement? Well, anyway, he would have a few weeks grace with the severance. The time to head out to see Mary could not have come fast enough. His nice, private, one-bedroom apartment used to seem like a refuge from the storms of work. Now it seemed more like solitary confinement. He wished now he had more friends and social activities. Meeting bright and bubbly Mary that night brought him out of all that. They walked and walked. Talked and talked. About mutual friends, their families, what grad school was like, what their jobs were like. Mary never pressed him for details about what happened to get him canned from two jobs. She was just too nice to ever pry. He did tell her about the job interview, where he was suspecting the boss was gay. She laughed mightily. She said with a laugh and a wink, "Maybe you'll give in and become the little boy toy of the big man? Seriously, though, it sounds like a great job otherwise. You know, many girls entered the workforce with just those constraints and managed to get ahead and still keep their honor. And I know you are a straight, but if you could bring yourself to flirt just the tiniest bit, but pull back, then tease again, who knows, you might enjoy the power it can give you, as many pretty girls do." Chris blushed eight shades of red. Mary blushed empathetically. She wasn't the type to make another uncomfortable. She dexterously glossed over it and moved on. By the end of dinner, Chris was smitten. Mary sensed that, and she pushed back a little. "I had fun, Chris, and I hope we can keep up. Between my work, and a couple of guys I am casually dating, and my sports, my time is mighty tight. Let's talk in few days and maybe get together again a few days after that. Maybe with some of my friends? That is, if you haven't accepted a fabulous new job offer by then and flown town." "Thanks, Mary, I'll text in a few days. Thanks for cheering me up. I feel like a new man." "Well, you're a crack engineer, as I recall. Just remember, though, life is networking and teamwork and a mix of following sometimes and leading sometimes and just getting along other times. Work your old college buddies, your grad school buddies, and your work colleagues. I am sure you will land on your feet. Good luck. Talk to you in a few days." Once home, Tom went to bed as most young men do who are single. All the pretty girls of the last few days flashed through his mind. The receptionist at the interview, his old boss Virginia, Mary, some girls he had seen in the restaurant. So many. So cute. He could not resist reaching beneath the covers. He got a call back for a second interview, but, unfortunately, it was for his second choice. Still, a job in engineering was a lot better than a job outside his field or no job. Interview two was a chance to meeting the wider staff. Christopher tried to gauge if there was a gay undercurrent. Since every one was dressed in office casual, it was hard to tell. Some had rings or watches that seemed a little too showy. Certainly, no one gave any hard information to him. He was just starting to feel good about the place, when he was shown into the head man's office before leaving. The man was charming but came across as even more sexually aggressive. What made him think Christopher was than kind of guy? As they sat in adjacent easy chairs in the seating area of the spacious office, Dirk regaled him with war stories. As he spun his tales, Dirk often punctuated his lines with a touch here and there. More than once, Chris had to push the man's hand from his thigh. "Oh, sorry," Dirk would say before he continued. The man was charming, super famous and successful, and full of wit. Christopher relaxed a little. "Christopher, I do find you a very likeable young man. I hope they do make you an offer, and I hope we get to spend some time together on and off the job. I am sure we would become close." Christopher left in a fog of uncertainty. Small shop, famous but overly powerfully leader, clearly with some grabby tendencies. Mary was right: he was experiencing just what a cute young girl often had to deal with. He worked the phones, internet and emails like crazy the next few days, but not a bit of luck. Dinner with Mary finally came. He really needed the human company. Much to his surprise, it was Mary and their other old college buddy Kate! Kate was as aggressive as always. "Chris! Give me a big hug and kiss!" She was still a force of nature. "I can only stay for the appetizer, but I so want to catch up. Mary says you might need a little advice. What's been going on?" After a few minutes, Kate cut in. "Listen, Chris. The old advice, "Know Thyself," applies here. Your strengths: super smart and hardworking. Your weaknesses: Not sensitive enough to the needs of others. You know what Yuval Harari says. Humans took over the world because they form groups. You are not cut out to be a manager. It's too many people skills. Lead technical manager maybe. Be more like a girl. Girls rarely had the physical strength to fight. The feminine instinct is to sense the group, get along, work with charm rather than strength. Your only other choice is entrepreneurial. But that's only something that makes sense if you are desperate. Or if something falls into your lap. That's what happened to me. It's worked out great. But most don't make it, and it's a long and lonely road to failure. "Get into any engineering job you can, learn to get along and kiss up to the boss, and for goodness sake, do more networking! Hang in no matter how rough. Cream rises to the top. Don't burn yourself out again. Got to run. Call or text me. Stay in touch." She was gone is a flash. "Wow," said Christopher, "what a powerhouse. She's just like college, only more so." "Well," Mary answered, "she is juggling a lot of balls. And she is might aggressive. Like she said, she stumbled into a lead role in an entrepreneurial situation. She was not a really top engineer, but plenty smart enough and good enough a motivator to manage engineers. And salesy enough to deal with customers. "When the owner got sick, he appointed her top dog. If things work out, she could make big money by selling or merging the outfit. But there's a lot of moving parts. She drives others hard to get the most out of them. Her hours are not too bad, but I would not say the same for her staff. She is very net. It's "Get it done ASAP." She'll charm them first, but if that does not do it, whip them next. I am glad we are good friends and not co-workers. I am all charm, but no whip! "I don't know if you remember, but she was the sorority sergeant. Each year, we Shanghaied a few boys as part of rush week to scrub the Sorority top to bottom and inside and out. In turn, some of our rushes helped the boys clean up their Frats for the parties. She could really drive them. Hey! Weren't you one of them?" Christpher blushed like crazy. "Oh, my gosh, I was hoping everyone forgot about that. But it was a lot of fun. A couple of us were chosen for the inside cleaning. We got issued maids' type uniforms, and Kate ran us ragged. She was a powerhouse back then The girls were great though, and it was all good, clean fun. I remember you well from then." Chris paused there. He did not want to bring up that racy part where he was outfitted with the sexy girl's underwear and tied to the bed, blindfolded. Then, one of the girls, he never found out which, came in and teased him for thirty minutes almost, but not quite, to orgasm. It still embarrassed him to no end. He was extremely inexperienced, and that sexual teasing while he was in lingerie had started a lifetime of sexual fantasies that never stopped embarrassing him at odd moments. Just the thought girl's underwear started to get him excited ever since those days. Hopefully, Mary knew nothing about that. She didn't seem to indicate that she did. "Do you think Kate would have a lead for me?" Christopher asked. "I hope you don't get that desperate. She's a tyrant. But, for sure, she makes everyone raise their game. I'm pretty sure it's a women's only staff, because that's part of her pitch. I know you won't like the sexism of it, but there are a lot of contracts, especially government, that give preference to women owned or women staffed firms. But if you do call her, have a thick skin, and don't say I didn't warn you. "Plus, if it is women only, you may have to whip back out the college maid's uniform!" joked Mary. "Oh, great," said Christopher, "stuck between being a trans person beaten up by a tyrant and a boy toy for a gay boss. I think I'll hold those two for a last choice!" But Christopher had a secret. He had saved that lingerie all those years since college. Worn from so many evenings wearing and hand washing, they were a regular part of his life. He had kept them in a small, locked bag all these years, safe from the eyes of family and roommates. He carefully took them out tonight. After a long shower, he pulled up the worn panties and a new pair of pantyhose. The originals were long worn out, but he had bravely bought this pair one Christmas season, hoping the clerk did not suspect the truth. He rubbed his nylon covered legs together. He slipped on the bra. Did the mirror show that he was getting a little paunchy? Still, the sight always excited him. He thought of all the pretty girls of the last few days. His manhood rose in his panties. He licked his right hand until it was slick with saliva. He pulled his panties and tights down. He began to gently stroke his erection with his slick right hand. With his left, he began to finger his nipples through his bra. So embarrassing if anyone found out, but he just could never quit, it was so exciting. He became more and more excited. He recalled how wonderful and sexy the evening with Mary had been. How pretty she looked. He quickly grabbed his washcloth and exploded into it. He fell asleep soon after and dreamt all night about a blur of fantasies.