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Miss Frumpy

By: aukamm



(These characters, company, places, things and events are all fictitious. Any similarities are pure coincidental. As in the finest restaurants, good food takes time to prepare, good stories take time to develop.)

He started out just trying to be nice and in the end was faced with losing his career because of it. Being nice, acting so generous towards what he considered the opposition, the female of the species wasn't in his nature. So this noble act was unusual for George Hanigan and the results life-changing.

The company he worked for employed over three hundred at his location and while not at the top of the totem pole, he wasn't far from it. The department he managed had seventy-four people, more than half were technical, the rest support. They worked the same hours as accounting, seven to four to beat the rush hour traffic. 

There were strict company rules about a manager dating someone in his department and while he had been oft tempted, George had kept his thinking brain in control. Besides, there were plenty of fish in the other departments to snag, as he liked to contemplate. George was a player. He was working his way though the roster, keeping score. He had a physical presence and good looks that added to his power package, making the vast majority of his conquests easy prey. 

His cocky nature was not all bravado, just a few years earlier he had been ranked in the top three nationally in Ironman Triathlon. A push from a competitor, unseen by anyone else, sent George off the road on his bike. His protests not believed, his other injuries healed, but his knee would prevent him from returning to the top of his game. Eighteen months later, that competitor had his own knee problems, no one could find the person who did it, and George had long been forgotten. Following two years of Therapy, he had nothing else going on in his life ... he resigned himself to only chase girls instead of trophys. He did so with a competitive spirit, a zest for conquering, his game was seduction.

Prudence on the other hand was at the other end of that athletic and attractiveness scale. She had graduated High School ten years earlier and when the reunion invitation came in the mail, it was thrown in the trash before the scads of other junk mail. Life had not been socially pleasant for her since the third grade. She grew taller and bigger than the others too quickly and by the time she was ten, her 5'-10" frame carried well over two hundred plus pounds. Added to the crooked teeth, bad fashion sense, and thick glasses, even the geeks and nerds shunned her. And so went the rest of her school life which carried over into her ten years working for the company. It wasn't that anyone hated her. They just ignored her. Still, living with her parents made life tolerable, however unsatisfying. 

But her office skills could not be questioned. She was reliable, she always followed instructions, and reports always filed on time without mistakes. Prudence had not always been so efficient; in fact her first seven years with the company had been unremarkable. But transferring into George's department had changed her attitude about her working life. Rather than being treated like the ugly duckling, George had treated her with respect and dignity. She felt motivated by that treatment and when George asked for something, she literally gave him 150% every time. She researched why the company was looking for the information and put that report in the perfect form for upper management to filter out what they were looking for. George never understood why she always responded with something he didn't ask for, but he had come to trust her. It always made him look good, he knew not why. So, after two years of this, George promoted her to Section Manager, reaping the benefits of these results from her entire section. 

Along with the pay raise and profit sharing, Prudence was given additional health benefits and perks. A great dental plan was one; optical plan another, and membership in a gym was the third. But a year after getting these benefits, she was still not taking advantage of any of them.

It was a bright spring day in May when she was called into George's office ... there was some trouble. "Prudence, please sit down." George had a chair next to his desk that matched the other office furniture, but he had purposely cut the legs lower a couple of inches, forcing the sitter to be easily intimidated by what he termed his 'hot seat'. He was feeling a little cockier this day, another notch in his belt the night before, a circle filled in with a check mark. It was enough to keep him smiling for at least a week. But like the pure male of the species, he was able to compartmentalize his behavior; he put on his stern, professional office persona.

"Prudence, I had a meeting earlier from someone in your department that I think we can leave anonymous. This person is complaining about your insensitivity or political incorrectness. Not being one to take people at their word, I delved as deeply as I possibly could into this matter, coming to the conclusion that the complainer was guiltier than you in the sensitivity realm ... to make a long story short, it seems to be past us, no further action needs to be taken. Nothing will be entered in your file."

"Mr. Hanigan, I have no idea what I might have done or said. I didn't know I was having problems with anyone."

"Yes, Prudence ... I understand. Let me continue. What we have is a growth opportunity. If I might be so indelicate, let me say that rather than performance, there are people too quick to judge others based upon their social skills and appearance. And with this inappropriate attitude on their part comes disrespect, which we can not tolerate. You are my best Section Manager and ... if you will bear with me ... I am trying to be sensitive ... but I was wondering why you haven't taken advantage of our dental program."

Prudence's face turned bright red and her hand flew up to cover her mouth like she always did when she was about to speak or laugh. She was very self-conscious about her ugly teeth. "I'm sorry," was all she could say.

"Prudence, I believe you would become an even a greater asset to this company if your self image were enhanced. Here is the card of a friend of mine. He is an excellent orthodontist. Pardon my impetuousness, but I have made an appointment for you ... it's there on the card. I think we could spare you for a few hours that day ... you have never taken a sick day in the last three years, you can afford this."

"Yes sir," was all she could respond with, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Please tell me if I have stepped over the line ... I am only looking out for your best interests."

"No sir, I appreciate your effort in talking to one of my people."

"Good, and I want to keep my best Manager happy ... you certainly keep my bosses happy with your reliable and faultless performance."

"Thank you Mr. Hanigan. Is there anything else?"

So George waved off his embarrassed section manager, amazed he had been so successful. Inside he just wanted to scream out, 'get your teeth fixed you ugly cow', but then if he had acted on his brash feelings before, he wouldn't be the department manager. And he felt obligated a little ... she always made him look good to his boss ... he could not afford to lose that. 

George sat back at his desk, having completed that messy task successfully; he went back to logging his score. He rewound the events of last night, playing them back over in his mind. From the first casual chance meetings, to the light hearted jokes and innuendos he threw, Jessie had been his most difficult conquest to date. It took weeks just to get her to agree to dinner and she had played hard to get up until that goodnight kiss. But George knew he had been masterful in his seduction ... he chuckled to himself ... she didn't have a chance. He knew the secret to this one had been security ... it was flashing the money, the nice car and apartment. Once he understood how to crack her vault, the often not related comments painted the perfect picture he knew she wanted to hear.

He felt a little remorse at having told all those lies ... little lies, half truths, just to get another score, but he hadn't been selfish. George always made sure the woman scored the first points of the game, and made sure she always finished on top, wanting more, feeling triumphant, not used ... his reputation intact. There had been the cold ones that didn't enjoy sex ... those he didn't feel bad about catch and release.

George would see Jessie once or twice more, but he was already plotting his exit strategy, and then the next target of his affectations, just another female to be cut from the herd. George had a good understanding of who he was ... he was the perfect hunting machine ... not some puppy on the end of a leash.

Two weeks later George was pleased to see Prudence sporting a few holes and lots of wire in her mouth, not knowing how painful it was and will continue to be. When she smiled at him, she hadn't put her hand up to her mouth as was her habit. He was satisfied with what might have appeared to be a noble gesture on his part, but what partially solved a messy little problem with his manager's ability to command respect.

It was two weeks after that when he called her into his office again. It wasn't just the teeth that caused her problems; she needed more help to get to the top of her game, her people were still not treating her as they should. He was more enthusiastic about this, it was something he was very good at ... and maybe it was a way to say thank you for all the kudos he had received from his boss because of the way she did her job. 

"Prudence, I am pleased to see you have followed through with my indelicate advice. What I have asked to talk to you about is the company health plan. As a department manager I get an incentive for the number of people in my department regularly attending a health club." 

"But Mr. Hanigan ...." she tried to interrupt unsuccessfully.

He lifted his finger only slightly ... she held her tongue.

"Not that I believe I have the right to meddle in my employee's lives, but our previous success emboldens me to make another suggestion. Again, if you think I am being insensitive ... I will shut up and leave well enough alone. It's just that I am a health nut myself. I read medical advice on a daily basis, men's health issues usually and ... well what I am trying to say is that some of what we are, we cannot control at all because of genetics. But there are two areas where I think I can help you. The first is eating habits and the second is exercise. Would you be willing to take some advice from me in those areas ... or should I just mind my own business. This is beyond the little incentive the company has offered me; I don't care about that. This for you would be a lifestyle change."

"Mr. Hanigan I live at home. I eat what my mother cooks for breakfast and dinner. For lunch I always go to McDonalds. And as far as exercise ... I guess I have never bothered ... I don't have any friends that I could go with and I am too self-conscious to go to a gym where there are men. I have always been big."

"Not a problem ... the question is would you be willing to listen to advice? I think I can lift your level of consciousness about these issues, you in turn might pass this knowledge onto your friends and family ... would you be interested?"

Prudence didn't know what she was getting into; she had been comfortable never confronting it, ignoring her problem. She was worried that she was going to be ridiculed and made fun of ... but then she knew Mr. Hanigan wouldn't do that ... he was always so professional, never stepping over the line ... she was thinking. Then she said, "Yes I would be willing."

"Prudence this isn't me trying to shove something down your throat. You have to be willing to own this new lifestyle, it has to consume you. You will start having more energy, feeling better about yourself and in the long run have much fewer health issues as you get older. That's the reason the company offers the gym incentive; better performance at work and fewer sick days." George couldn't see them, but he could feel the power of those first place Ironman trophies behind him on his credenza. They were stacked to the ceiling, all the way across.

"Yes sir, I am willing to try."

George sat there a minute not knowing where to start. 

He went to his computer screen, googling. "I would like you to stop at this address after work Prudence. It's on your way home ... (he printed the name and address from his computer screen) ... and they do not allow men in their facility. Give them your company card and they will sign you up. If you would, bring back a list of their programs ... we can review those tomorrow. I will think about the eating situation ... we can talk about that tomorrow as well."

Prudence had her piece of paper and rose from her chair when he did, signaling the end of their meeting. "Thank you Mr. Hanigan," she said and gave her best tin teeth smile ... but not happy.

George wanted to throw up seeing that smile, especially the double chin flabbing as she moved her mouth ... and then when she turned to walk away he wanted to hide his eyes. It was all that ugly bouncing, dimpled flesh that turned his stomach. He was wondering why he had bothered to help her. He had never done anything like this before ... he wasn't used to acting noble and being charitable. 

He had to wait until she left; turning his thoughts off those images. She had been a help to his success, she needed this, it would give her self confidence, and she would command respect. But then he was thinking she would give up after a week's effort anyway. He would give it a shot and then keep his nose where it belonged after that.

And he had no idea how to get her to eat right. He was eating six or seven small meals a day and working out at least two hours after work, more on weekends. There was no way he was going to visit her house and tell her mom to stop cooking all that garbage food. He decided to make it simple. He would just make double portions of the three meals he brought to work the next day to get her started. If she ate junk at home, then too bad, he couldn't invest too much, she was going to fail anyway.

So George started Prudence down this wellness program.

The first week was a disaster. In the lunch room he focused on the eating, knowing the exercise was less important in the beginning. Using the new food pyramid and bringing articles from home, he started teaching what he knew, what worked so well for him. He even took her grocery shopping at lunch time, showing how to avoid all the processed food, the harmful chemicals, the hidden sugars.

This was harder for George than he thought. He had never talked so much to one person before in his life. He never wanted to be a teacher, this constant diatribe was unnerving.

Prudence listened to all he had to say, she heard all the words, but it was like learning a new language, she didn't understand why, didn't really believe most of it. No one died from eating McDonalds. Half the times he was talking she wished he would just shut up and let her go back to work. 

She eventually confessed that she ate a giant bowl of ice cream every night before going to bed, five scoops ... and while she tried to be good, she gave in to the other temptations. Breakfast was always greasy, fat fried sausage and bacon or carb overloads like pancakes with tons of butter and syrup ... or both. She reluctantly stopped going to McDonald's ... but she didn't stop drinking her five diet sodas or eating her three candy bars a day. 

As he predicted, by the end of the second week, George was ready to give up. She had only been to the gym twice in as many weeks, enough to qualify for his incentive, but otherwise worthless. He called her into his office to tell her he had decided to discontinue his effort. He was weary of all the talking and her not understanding.

"Prudence, this has been a good lesson for me. I never realized how seductive the fast food, snack and beverage companies really are. I don't think I can compete with Bryer's TV commercials. I can't compete with chemical sweeteners. Those chemicals, the sugar, the carbs, and saturated fats are all poison to your system and yet the average American is addicted to them. I can see this will be a failure and rather than waste your time and mine, I think we should give up our little experiment."

"But Mr. Hanigan ... I am sorry. I have been eating like this all my life. And the gym ... sweating is so uncomfortable. I get rashes ... well it has not been a good experience."

"Prudence, when we started this, I said you have to want this. I don't want you to be deceiving me and feel bad because you aren't pleasing me. It isn't about me or what I want. This is for you. I exercise and eat right because it makes me feel great. You don't know what that feels like, so I guess I was trying to pull you up a mountain too high when you never wanted to climb anything, you have no idea what it feels like to flush all those poisons from your system."

Prudence sat in that hot seat and she had her hand up to her mouth again. "I'm sorry," was all she could say. She was actually glad she didn't have to listen to his preaching anymore. She just wanted to get back to work.

"If you ever want to get serious about it, I will be happy to help." Then he stood ... it was time for her to leave. He turned his head so he didn't have to look at those fat dimples and that double chin, the stretched fabric of her blouse.

Prudence left and felt bad, relieved, but still bad. She continued feeling bad the next two weeks. Watching the TV at night and seeing the ads for ice cream and greasy fast food made her feel worse ... bacon double cheese fat burger and greasy french fries. But she didn't do anything about it. And unexpectedly, she found herself missing the interaction with Mr. Hanigan on that daily basis, those lectures four or five times a day for those two weeks. He was so enthusiastic about what he knew and he never treated her like the social outcast that she knew she was. She missed that.

It was two months after their little surrender talk that she decided to eat salads for lunch. She thought that was a little something, a token to remind her how kind Mr. Hanigan had been. But it made her cravings worse. She started to remember what he had said about eating smaller meals, more nutritious and without sugars and saturated fats ... but she didn't know how to do that. She stopped drinking the diet soda, that she knew how to do ... she switched to water. And that was the hardest change she had ever made in her life. She was brought up drinking soda. And so she used that water bottle like a crutch, like a baby's pacifier clutching to it all day long. And the temptations, the cravings were getting worse. She couldn't stop eating the candy bars to stay awake the last two hours of the workday. She decided one night to stop eating ice cream. She tried celery sticks, carrots, lettuce ... anything and it didn't help.

It had been three months after their surrender talk and she went back to Mr. Hanigan's office. "Mr. Hanigan, I have been trying and it isn't working. I tried to stop eating the ice cream before I go to bed ... last night I ate rabbit food for an hour, pounds of it ... and in the end, I had to have the ice cream in order to fall asleep."

"Prudence, it has to be all or nothing. I think I have come to realize that since our initial experiment failed. It doesn't work to go half way. It actually makes it worse. I was at a beach in Aruba last year, the Divy-divy Beach. The first fifty feet into the water was nice ... not more than ankle deep, but calm water. The next fifty feet was where four to five foot high waves crashed. It was dangerous; people had to be rescued if they tried just walking there. But fifty feet further out the water was calm again. Prudence, last time we made the attempt you were stuck in the middle ... in that dangerous turbid water. So what are you saying? Do you want to try again?"


Miss Frumpy



"I just feel bad all the time ... I want to stop feeling bad. I want to stop the cravings."

"Okay, but if we are going to do this, it has to be one hundred percent."

"I think I want it now. I don't think I wanted it before."

So George started his experiment back up again. Only this time it was an all encompassing program. She ate everything he ate. The first couple of weeks, he prepared all the meals including the one before and the two after work. Teaching her his formulas he gave her assignments and she would be responsible for some of the meals. 

When he went to the gym after work at four, she had to go too. Some days she would just sit around reading the newspaper, but gradually she started doing little things. Riding the bike at the gym was easy. She put the resistance on its lowest setting and just turned her legs. She didn't think it was much exercise. He told her otherwise.

And the eating changes turned out to be easier than she thought. She started getting to work earlier so she could eat breakfast with Mr. Hanigan and then every couple hours she had another meal to eat with him, it seemed like they were always eating. For the first few months they met after their gym time to exchange the next two meals. The cravings disappeared. She had more energy and for the first time in her life she could say no to the junk; no sugar, no saturated fat, no fast food, no processed food, no artificial sweeteners, and no soda.

This time George enjoyed the conversations more. It wasn't one way like before, he wasn't preaching all the time. And while he had to adjust his schedule to accommodate her needs, he sensed this time it was going to be successful.

It wasn't a month before Prudence started seeing the results ... it was longer. But Mr. Hanigan insisted that she not weigh herself. He said it was a lifestyle, not a short term diet.

Three months later her clothes were feeling loose.

Six months later and she had to pin her clothes to keep them from falling off.

A year later and she started enjoying the sweat. She added other things in the gym, weight lifting, spin class, aerobics classes ... and she went every day, because that's what Mr. Hanigan did.

And they continued getting together for at least four small meals every day, sometimes more.

*****

George was not really noticing the change in Prudence. But she listened to his advice and added her research to it, just like the way she did her job ... giving a hundred fifty percent with the right attitude. 

It was twenty-eight months after that first discussion that the orthodontist finally took off her braces, fitting her for the retainer. He had still been having five or six meals every day with her, but that was the first time George really noticed the difference. It didn't matter that much ... she was still frumpy, social outcast Prudence. She hadn't changed her wardrobe at all, just adjusted everything to fit, a tuck here, an extra pleat there to hang on her large frame. 

And George did notice a change in her people. They respected her more, she had more confidence. He wondered if it was because he was working so closely with her. There was still a little behind the back snickering, but not much.

Everyone in the company knew what was going on between George and Prudence. It was out in the open, no secrets. And everyone knew George was the player and Prudence not on his list. She was just his best Section Manager.

And George hadn't changed his ways; he still chased all the skirts, working his way through the company roster, keeping score. His reputation was known; the confident ones figured they would be the one where the others had failed. 

It was company picnic time of year and in the last five years George never remembered seeing Prudence at a company picnic. So after he was finished with his weekly section manager's meeting, he asked who among his managers was coming to the picnic. 

Prudence was not. 

He suggested that Section Managers go to the company function for employee morale. 

She didn't change her mind.

He dismissed the meeting and went back to his office. He wanted Prudence in that hot seat. Of all his people, he thought she would have responded to his suggestion, knowing it was more than a request. He sent her an email to see him at four o'clock.

"Prudence, please take a seat." He remembered back to that first time more than two years earlier that she had sat down to talk about her teeth. And he remembered the revulsion he felt having that discussion. There was a lot less of Prudence now. She was still frumpy, but she had a nice smile and there wasn't a double chin. And the chair looked much bigger. She had filled it pretty much arm to arm that first time she sat there.

"Prudence, we have had great success ... I think you can feel it ... in those things we talked about ... you have such a pretty smile now, you look healthy, nice color to your cheeks ... the lifestyle changes are certainly working ... I'm just wondering why you don't feel obligated as a Section Manager to attend the picnic."

"Oh ... Mr. Hanigan ... I never thought ... I just don't do things socially."

"Families are invited, why don't you invite your parents ... cousins, relatives ... boyfriend, girlfriend?"

"My parents don't attend things like that ... they have a rule about socializing outside their church."

"So you have a religious reason not to attend?"

"No, not me ... my parents. I just don't do things ..."

"No boyfriend?"

"No, I have never dated ..." and she looked shocked at what she had just admitted.

George wasn't surprised, he already knew that. "Oh ... is there a reason? Was there an incident that I should be delicate about?"

"No ... just some mild teasing, I was pretty large ... and the glasses."

"But there is someone out there for everyone Prudence."

"I wouldn't know what to do ... or what to say. I've never been with a boy."

"Alright, but are you sure I can't convince you to come to the picnic?"

"No, I don't feel as though I am ready."

"Alright ... no problem ... I understand." and then he stood signaling the meeting was over. He remembered the sick feeling he had in his stomach a couple years before when she had turned to walk out after giving up. He watched her walk out this time. There was a little wiggle there ... certainly nothing to make him sick. But she was still frumpy.

George didn't know why he just let it go like that. His other managers always obeyed his slightest comment. But then Prudence never gave him what he asked in his meetings either ... and he didn't understand why she was always right. But this impudence about the picnic ... he was still upset.

Two weeks later George felt compelled to call Prudence in for another meeting. He needed to fix this one last thing, having the picnic without her there was still bothering him ... his nature normally told him to stay away from things like this. But he reasoned there was still some snickering going on ...

"Prudence, I don't know why I feel compelled to do this ... maybe it has something to do with our lifestyle successes ... and if I am being indelicate ... well you know. What I am trying to say is that maybe I can help with your social situation ... I'm thinking of something like a coach for a football team. There are some basic skills to learn ... and then you might feel better about yourself, maybe have the courage to venture out on your own. The reason I am even thinking of this is for much the same reason as before. A manager with a better self image is a better asset to the company. It will help you deal with your people better. What do you think?"

"Mr. Hanigan ... I don't know. What would this involve?"

"I have been thinking about this since the company picnic. We could do some things here, like have social conversations, continue to eat meals together like we have been doing, but with a different emphasis ... maybe venture out. I would strictly be like a coach, giving you pointers, showing you little things to give you the confidence to go out on your own. But we have to be a little careful ... not that we would be doing anything wrong, but we have to worry about two things. One is that I certainly do not want to undermine your authority in your section; any hint that our conversations were not about food and someone might jump to the wrong conclusion. The second thing is we have to make sure no one thinks we are violating company policy about dating when we venture out."

"I agree, so only discuss this when no one is around ... got it. And I have to admit Mr. Hanigan that my life is certainly different ... better ... as long as I can refuse anything ... like for instance if you suggest that I ask someone to dance with me ... or to flirt ... I could refuse and you wouldn't pressure me?" She knew there was a rascal side to George Hanigan.

"Oh, no Prudence, what I had in mind was more observances. If we went to a bar or where people danced, I would show you things that I see, so that you could learn ... I don't see myself asking you to do socially risky things."

"Yes sir, I am willing to try."

"Thank you ... now for the first lesson. This is purely constructive, not work related ... when you sit in a chair, square your shoulders, never slump. That's right. And if you have to ... sit on the front half of the chair, never lean back. Okay, now tilt your head like this (he reached for her chin and lifted, then tilted her head) ... and cross your legs. Good, always be aware of what others are seeing. Think of the perfect posture and try to pose. It's important for men to do this as well. You never see me slumping or leaning back in my chair when other people are around."

"Thank you Mr. Hanigan, it feels uncomfortable, but I can get used to it." But Prudence would never forget that little thing, when he touched her chin. It was the first time he touched her in all these years.

"Right, and practice, practice, just like a football team, practice is everything, until it becomes second nature to you." And then he stood and she knew what that meant. Better, but she's still frumpy, he thought to himself watching her walk out.

The days wore on ... she seemed to have a different attitude about herself as he corrected her posture constantly when no one could hear, corrected how she held her fork and chewed ... and then he suggested she get lasik surgery for her eyes.

That was not going to happen, too afraid of someone making her go blind.

So he took her to the eyeglass store and under their vision plan helped her buy new miracle thin lenses with some stylish frames. He allowed the women there to help her with the style selection.

It was better, but she's still frumpy, he thought. Especially that skirt ... it looked like it was double wrapped around back ... probably just some weird eclectic style.

Over the coming months she was improving in little baby steps. With the pounds coming off, her weight training was fixing her bad posture, and she was becoming body aware. At one of their lunch sessions she explained how she had gotten hit on for the first time by the UPS delivery guy.

"Prudence, why don't you go out with him?"

"Not that guy, he flirts with everyone ... and he's married. I would never go out with a married man. And I am still afraid ... it would be the first time I dated ... what if he tried something ... I mean it isn't as if I could trust him like I could trust you Mr. Hanigan."

"I understand Prudence ... you are improving. Why don't we go on a fake dinner date, our first venture out ... I could give you pointers on how to handle situations. You understand this is not a real date, I am not allowed to date my employees under company policy."

"We would have to be very careful. What if someone should see us?"

That shock went through George's head like a bolt of lightening. The last thing he wanted was for someone to see him on a date with Miss Frumpy. He would become the laughing stock of the company, ruin his reputation, he'd never get another date with a hot girl. It wouldn't be like grocery shopping with her like they did every week, this would be a real social situation and they would nail his ass. 

"Yes, I guess that was a bad idea. There are too many people that know me ... and I don't want to lose my job. I don't think they would believe me if I tried to explain what we were doing."

"It would be too difficult to drive to another city ... but Mr. Hanigan, I have an idea. My parents go to church on Wednesday nights. They leave at six and don't return until eleven thirty. I could cook, or we could pick up something and pretend it's a restaurant."

"Yes, I would be willing to do that. At least there would be no risk of getting caught."

"Yes sir ... tomorrow night then?"

And they made a date ... or should it be called an appointment for a fake date? 

That first Wednesday night was just a continuation of his coaching her on sitting and chewing ... and since they knew they were alone he worked on the art of conversation. She was terrible at it. That was the most awkward thing Prudence had ever done.

So from that day on she was assigned to read the newspaper and then try and talk about it with Mr. Hanigan. Of all their interactions, this was the most annoying thing George had done up to that time, worse than those failed two weeks. He just wanted to call her names and scream at her since she understood nothing. But he didn't, just stayed calm and taught her how to see the big picture. He prided himself that he could always stay in that professional work compartment of his brain, respect and dignity.

So a month of Wednesdays and then two went by as she started to improve in little increments. He would still occasionally catch her slumping or sitting with her lags apart ... but she was getting better. And her lifestyle changes of eating right and exercising were reinforced. They continued eating their small meals together, calling one of them dinner.

It was that third Month that Mr. Hanigan had been coming to her house that Prudence blatantly disobeyed him. At the gym she couldn't resist the temptation ... she stepped on the scales. She was expecting it to read 160 pounds or maybe even 150, but she was shocked when she saw it flash 130. She had lost more than ninety pounds. That was the moment she knew she would never go back. This truly was a lifestyle change. She was eating small healthy meals every couple hours, exercising every day and not craving anything. 

She was, however, worried about those fat scars that people get, afraid to look at herself in the mirror at home to see. She just assumed they were there on her legs, arms and waist ... and that they were ugly. Prudence could hear her father's voice in her head, "Vanity is a sin!" ... so there was only the very small vanity mirror in the bathroom, none other in the entire house.

That Wednesday night when Mr. Hanigan came over she was feeling more confident. She was thinking of trying an on-line service ... to anonymously email for a month or two before deciding if she would actually take the plunge and meet someone in person.

After they finished their meal she asked, "Mr. Hanigan, I was wondering if we could talk about what the guy would be doing during the date ... you know, what he was thinking, what he would expect."

"Very good Prudence. That is very important. We have been concentrating so much on you that we left that part out. Okay, I will tell you what a typical guy would be thinking and how he would act. Here goes: I am impressed with her long legs, I like her posture, nice tits ... the way she chews her food gets me hot." He said that last part with a different voice.

"Mr. Hanigan! Maybe that is not what I was asking." She could see his rascal side was there, just under the surface.

"Okay, maybe that was the wrong way to do this." George was wondering what had come over him to talk like that to his section manager; it certainly wasn't professional. "But I think it is important for you to understand what he thinks is sexy or not. And remember, there are limits."

"What do you mean limits?"

"It's the whole strategy game ... what are your intentions ... and what do you hope to accomplish? For example: today, a goodnight kiss is expected on a first date if the chemistry is there ... But nothing more. Any girl that allows more than that will lose his respect." George was wondering why he was telling her this; he hated broads that made him wait until the third date. This whole subject was weirding him out.

"But what if I don't want to kiss him on the first date?"

"That is a clear signal that you do not like him and that he should not ask for a second date. Okay, let us start with the little signals that you will be giving and the ones he gives. Just then, you flipped your hair. True, it was in your face, but subconsciously any attempt at grooming is a signal of interest. You need to recognize that in your own behavior as well as his."

"Like when you straighten your shirt, comb your hair, and fix your belt before you knock on my door?"

"Do I do that? ... I guess that might mean something ... but I do that all the time." George felt like the conversation was getting out of control, so he decided to only work on body language. A good manager will need to recognize body language.

George spent the next five Wednesdays working on body language. He even bought a couple of books and studied so that he sounded like he knew what he was talking about. 

He had slowed his dating down ... the last one did not end so well, it was just a one night stand, and yet there were several scenes in public the weeks after. His exit strategies were always the weak part of his game. He was always torn between making up the lie of blaming it on himself and blaming it on her. If he declared himself too flawed, he risked having that affect his future prospects. And if he blamed it on her, he risked getting labeled cold hearted or mean. For this last woman his best excuse of allergic reaction to pets didn't work, she didn't have any. He tried to use religious reasons, but she had caught him in a lie.

So, feeling bruised from the embarrassing encounter George had decided to concentrate his weekend time on his triathlon skills and studying to help Prudence.

On that sixth Wednesday after beginning this track, she asked about the good stuff. "Mr. Hanigan, I have never kissed a boy before ... I have seen it in movies ... is there a wrong way ... and that first date kiss ... is it different from a second date kiss?"

George liked where the conversation was going. He considered himself a master in this art. "Yes, Prudence ... again it depends on your strategy, what signals you are sending. The simple kiss is just a friendly peck ... like this." and George leaned over and gave Prudence her first guy kiss on the lips. "Now notice that was more than something you might do as a greeting ... but again, it was a first date kiss ... Mouth closed and lips pressed. Now let me discuss body posture ... this is very important. It is also important for your strategy. Watch his hands ... it is alright for him to place his hands on your waist, shoulders, arms ... like this. And it is more intimate if he holds your face like this ..." And George leaned in holding her face and kissed her again.

Prudence was actually in shock at the way this was going. She was not listening to anything he said, she only knew her boss was kissing her and putting his hands on her. She had her mouth slightly open, her heart was racing and she could feel her face flush, a little sweat on her skin. Shut up and kiss me you fool.

George recognized these signals ... part of his art, "Prudence ... let me point something out here. You are reacting to the kiss. You have to be very careful about that. Do you feel how you are reacting? You are giving off a clear signal right now that I could do anything ... and you probably wouldn't stop me."




Miss Frumpy



"I'm sorry Mr. Hanigan."

"Nothing to be sorry about ... It's just a normal reaction. The reason I told you to watch his hands is because if you give off signals that you do not intend, or if he reads them wrong, he will try something with his hands. So this time, be ready to slap my hands away." 

And he was about to do that when he stopped himself. "Prudence, before we do this, I have to make something clear. This is way beyond what the corporate handbook discusses. I am like a football coach, teaching you how to catch a pass. This is not work related at all."

"I understand Mr. Hanigan. It's alright ... I'm just learning." and shut up and kiss me again, she wanted to say.

"Okay, but this may be a shock to your system ... let's try it with your eyes open first. Watch my hands and if they get near, figure out how to fend them off." And he put his hands on her waist.

She swatted them off, wondering if he was really going to touch her in a naughty way.

"No ... remember it is acceptable for my hands to be on your waist, arms, shoulders, face or head. Now with my hands on your waist he might try and touch you like this. Good. Now let's just consider what you did. You swatted my hand before it got close. Again, this is part of your strategy. There is the three second rule and there are the gray areas."

The fact that he almost touched her titty had her heart racing, "What do you mean gray areas?"

"Okay ... let's say my hand is here on your back ... and I slide it up. Do you see? My hand is still on your back and yet my arm is touching your breast."

"Is that okay or not?" she said weakly, enjoying the pressure of his arm sliding over her breast. This was more fun than kissing.

"That's your strategy. You have to decide. It is not considered a grab unless the hand actually touches the breast. (And he placed his hand on her tit and quickly pulled it away, her eyes grew big) And let me explain about the three second rule. If I make a grab for your breast you have more gray area up to three seconds. (He put it back on) You can swat it away before it gets there, let him feel it for a second like this ... then swat it away or push it away ... or you can let him feel it as much as he likes like this ... for three seconds. If you take it away before three seconds, you are still telling him he has to respect you ... okay, you can push it away, it has been more than three seconds ... Prudence!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Hanigan ... but I don't know ... this is making me ..." ... she was wondering why he was talking so much, she wasn't really listening. 

And his hand was still on her tit, kneading and pinching.

"Exactly Prudence. You need to learn your own body ... to read your own tolerances. If you know you start feeling like that after just a few seconds, then stop it before it gets that far. (He took it off) Okay, still with your eyes open and without kissing ... lets try again. (He grabbed it again) Before you feel like you are losing control, push it away ... Prudence ... please Prudence I need you to cooperate. This will get even harder when we try it kissing and then there are other moves."

"I'm sorry Mr. Hanigan ... I will try and concentrate."

He finally let go.

"Okay this time let's try kissing and pushing my hands away." And he kissed her deeply for a few seconds then tried with both hands, something he had not done before.

She moaned out loud and leaned her chest into his hands as he brushed over her nipples.

George was about to say something ... it was five seconds squeezing and caressing her tits ... then ten pinching her nipples and hearing her moan ... then twenty into the kiss ... 

Then a car door shut.

George broke the kiss and took his hands away, "Prudence, your parents ... we weren't watching the time." He looked for his suit jacket, finding that, he folded it over his arm ... to hold down in front of his pants.

She finally opened her eyes. She looked around the kitchen, quickly put the dishes, silverware, and glasses in the dishwasher and then pushed her boss toward the front door, hearing her parents come up the steps. 

"Yes Mr. Hanigan I will look those over before our meeting tomorrow morning." she said as she reached and opened the front door. "Is there anything you need from the 841 report?"

"No, what you have already done is fine."

"Hi Mom, Dad ... this is my boss, Mr. Hanigan. He stopped by with some reporting requirements that I will need to have ready before our eight thirty meeting tomorrow."

They greeted each other, the parents with suspicion because Mr. Hanigan was not one of theirs ... not because they suspected he had been doing anything with his daughter.

And George drove home. 

In the car he couldn't believe he had done that. It was like he was thirteen again, when he had felt up his first girl. He knew he had become aroused doing it to Prudence ... it was stupid and childish. He decided to put a stop to it before something happened and he really did violate company policy.

Prudence went up to her room and had a melt down. She was feeling things she had never felt before. She had no idea just touching could feel so good. But she, like George decided that they couldn't do that again. She was worried she would embarrass herself like she had with moaning like that.

The following day at work they both tried to say it at the same time ... that the lessons had gone too far. They both agreed to discontinue their Wednesday night sessions.

And they were both comfortable with their decision Friday, over the weekend, Monday, and Tuesday, but when Wednesday rolled around ... they both conceded that she needed more help with conversation. So George was invited back for dinner.

And nothing more happened that night, he coached and she practiced.

The following Wednesday started out the same, but after dinner Prudence had another question. "You mentioned that there were other postures for that first date kiss. Not that I want to do that again ... maybe you could just describe what you meant by postures."

"Yes, okay ... let me see ... I think what I was referring to was that he might try to use his hands other ways, depending upon the posture of the kiss. For instance, if you are wrapped around each other tightly, he may reach for your posterior rather than your breasts. And if you might be sitting or at an angle ... and depending what you are wearing ... he may try to slide his hands between your thighs. And then there is the press." George was using his hands in the air to illustrate the moves.

"The press?" Prudence saw his hands squeeze like that in the air, she was wondering what that felt like for real.

"Yes. It's a fact of nature that men are aroused easily both visually and by proximity. If he is being forward, he might press his arousal into you. Now the press does not violate the three second rule and is expected on the second or third date. You should consider it a complement. But on a first date, a real gentleman would never do that, in fact he should go to extraordinary means to keep his arousal away from you even if he is at full mast." And yet George knew that he expected a blow job at least on the first date. Inside, he had no idea why he was telling her all this crap.

"At full mast?"

"Yes, a colloquial expression, a sailing metaphor for a full erection."

"Oh." she said finding herself intrigued. "And you mentioned that the first date kiss was different from the second and subsequent date kisses."

"Yes, as we did that night, the first date kiss is with mouth closed, lips pressed. The subsequent kisses can go french ... unlimited and he will still respect you as long as he doesn't get beyond first base."

"What is first base? I've heard that before."

"The three second caress. Anything beyond three seconds and openly caressing breasts and buttocks is considered second base, flesh on flesh sexual stimulation is third base and intercourse, of course, is a home run." And George again astounded himself ... where had these definitions come from? It was more crap that he just made up and he knew not why.

"I see," she said and sat there thinking for a few minutes. "Mr. Hanigan I was wondering if you might just demonstrate the other type of kiss. I know it seems forward of me, but it is probably expected and I just feel so insecure at never having done it before. But of course, we do not need to try the first base routine with the hands again."

"I understand ... should we stand or go into the living room to do this? And we have to watch the time."

"Yes, I have an alarm clock, let me get that."

She quickly cleaned the dishes from the table, ran up to her bedroom, and was back downstairs in the living room. She set the clock to give him ten minutes to get away before her parents arrived.

"Okay, let's try standing first." George placed her arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. He started with his mouth closed, but then opened it and used his tongue.

Prudence found herself moaning again, "Oh, sorry."

"No need to be sorry, the moan is expected ... it is the woman's sign of arousal and greatly enhances the experience. Women are expected to be vocal, the more vocal the better." And George was thinking of Lizzy, screaming 'Fuck Me with that Monster Cock!' at the top of her lungs ... if he ever needed an image to beat off by, he would close his eyes and remember that.

And Prudence was just wishing he would shut up and kiss her some more.

"Now this time repeat everything I do." He went into some passionate kissing, using his tongue all around and then stopped again. 

She was moaning louder. 

"And this kiss is a signal from either partner that they want this to go further." He pumped his tongue in and out of her mouth, she moaned unexpectantly again and then he stopped.

"And this is the press we discussed ... can you feel my arousal? And whether you press back is another signal you are sending ... again, not acceptable on the fist date." Yeah, more crap coming out of his mouth that he seemed helpless to stop ... his first dinner date with 'Prissy Susan', she answered the door naked, she didn't know how to cook, so all he ate was her pussy.

"I see," as she pressed her crotch hard back at his, rocking it back and forth. "Oh ... Mmmm ... Is every man as large as this?"

"No, I guess I am a bit larger than average. Some are very small and some very large."

"What does that mean?" as she continued grinding and vocalizing her feelings. "Is there a good or a bad? ... Oh." 

"Yes, depending ... there are some women that will not feel stimulated at all by a very small penis. And some will not be able to take a very large one. Acceptable should be in the four to nine inch range. You are tall so you might enjoy larger. But there is always someone for everyone, no matter the size of the equipment."

"Mmmm ... So you were saying there were other postures to worry about?" she was wishing she had the courage to just lift her skirt and slide her panties up and down his swollen member.

"Yes. We already went over the breast grab like this ... remember the three second rule? good ... well from this position I could caress your buttocks. See?"

"Yes, that's nice ... but I think I like the breast caress better." as she moaned loudly each time he caressed her. She was still rocking up and down on his swelling.

"There are reasons for both and I have two hands, so I can do both."

"Yes, that's better ... oh ... Mr. Hanigan ... Mmmm ... yes!"

"Prudence, we are learning about your tolerance. Have you forgotten about the three second rule?"

"Yes ... Oh ... but I thought we were discussing the second date ... about first base ... Mmmm."

"Prudence we are on second base already since you have allowed me unlimited caressing."

"Oh ... Mr. Hanigan that feels so good ... especially when you pinch my nipple like that ... oh, yes! Can I keep doing the press at the same time? ... like this ... am I allowed to do that?" she asked enthusiastically.

"No, Prudence, I think you are pushing this beyond the press ... that is called grinding. If we were on the couch it would be called dry humping with our clothes still on."

"Oh, do you want to get on the couch?" she was hoping.

And he stopped her, holding her body away from his. "Yes, let's do that because I want to show you another posture problem. Okay, just sit here beside me ... and I'll put my arm around you. Now you can see there are different considerations ... as you can feel ... I can use the hand around your neck to caress your breast."

"Yes, that's nice ... oh."

"And then my other hand is free to caress your posterior."

"Oh, I see ... that feels nice too ... Oh ... Mr. Hanigan." but she wanted to do that pressing again.

"And you will notice that you should never lift your knee ... go ahead and lift it. Right ... now you can see you just gave me access to caress your ..."

"Oh Mr. Hanigan ... George ... don't do that ... George?"

"Yes, so you see, the rule is never to lift your leg ... so you can put it down."

She reluctantly did, holding onto his neck tightly, her heart was racing. "Mr. Hanigan?" she leaned her body into his, trying to catch her breath and slow her pounding heart. "Was that third base?"

"No, Prudence ... third base is always under the clothing."

"Oh." she responded. "Was that all that you wanted to show me?" she asked, her heart still pounding, hoping he would say no, hoping he would show her under the clothing.

"No ... let's kiss again and I will show you what to watch out for ... this is dangerous Prudence ... are you ready for this?"

"Yes, George, I mean Mr. Hanigan," as she held her eyes closed and waited for him to start kissing her again, hoping it would become dangerous.

George started kissing her again passionately; he waited a couple of minutes as she continued moaning, the arm he had around her neck was caressing her breast. Then with his other hand he reached between her legs and slowly slid his hand up her thigh on top of her skirt.

She screamed into his mouth a little and didn't grab his hand. When he reached her mound she pulled his face in tight and ground her crotch into his hand, screaming and moaning into his mouth with her tongue pumping back and forth into his, having difficulty breathing.

Then the alarm went off.

He started to pull away and she grabbed his hand, grinding into it harder.

"Prudence ... Prudence!" as he tried to pull his hand away from her crotch. "Now you see why this is dangerous. It is very difficult to recover from that." George yanked his hand away.

Prudence was holding herself, trying to calm down, her heart was still racing harder than anytime she had ever experienced at the gym. And she had started perspiring.

"Prudence I will see you at the office tomorrow. Do you think we should continue these lessons?" He had turned away from her so that his raging hardon wouldn't be as noticeable.

Prudence still had not opened her eyes yet. But she didn't want him not to come back. She opened them, fanning her face, "Yes, I think I need to learn more ... I don't seem to have any control. As you said before, I need to learn my tolerances."

"That makes sense ... I guess your inexperience makes this more difficult. I can see how the first man you date might take advantage of that ... it would be helpful for you to learn that control. Goodnight Prudence, I will see you at work tomorrow."

"Goodnight, George ... I mean Mr. Hanigan," she responded as she slowly rose and walked him to the door.

Back in his car George was thinking of what a cad he was. But he also knew she was too easy. While this had been fun like a school boy kind of fun, he was worried she would let go and he would too. There was too much danger in that. She was Miss Frumpy and he couldn't risk losing his reputation or his job. He thought he would give her one or two more lessons and then send her out on her own, releasing him from any liability he might have incurred from being her coach. Then they could go back to just eating together.

Prudence stared out the front window watching him drive away and then saw her parents come home. "Damn it!" she said out loud as she went to her room, not knowing who it was she was mad at.

*****

The next day Prudence was distracted to a fault. She couldn't concentrate and had hot flashes all day long. Her body was reminding her what his hands had done. At the gym after work she stayed over two hours and punished her body.

As she tried to get to sleep that night, she lay there and just wanted George to kiss her some more. He was her boss, she shouldn't feel like that, he was just teaching her ... but she couldn't get those feelings out of her head.

When Friday came and everyone was leaving for the weekend. She found herself knocking at George's door. "Mr. Hanigan?"

"Yes Prudence come in."

She entered and shut the door behind her.

"We have an open door policy; I hope no one saw you close the door."

"No sir, I waited until everyone outside left for the weekend."

"Then what is it you wished to see me about?"

"Mr. Hanigan I was just thinking about your idea to go make observances at a bar or dancing. I feel as though I am being forward again ... I don't know if you already have plans, a date or something ... but if you would look at this map?" She laid a couple of map sheets out on his desk. "This town is about ninety minutes ... I checked, there are no employees that live within sixty miles of that town. I was wondering if we could drive there on Saturday night ... or tonight if you are busy ... to do your observances?" 

"I see, Prudence ... yes this town seems like the right place for that ... because someone from our company would not understand. Okay, we should carpool, to save gas."

"Yes, I have already thought of that ... we could meet here (pointing to another map sheet), leave my car, or yours if you want me to drive."

"I will drive," he insisted, knowing his windows were mirrored and there would be less chance of being seen. Funny, he thought to himself, he hadn't set up a date for Saturday night in a while ... date ... he couldn't remember how far back it was, couple of months ... maybe when he was finished helping Prudence in a month of so. He was still nervous about being spotted by random chance. "Let's say five o'clock Saturday, we can eat when we get there."

"Yes sir. Five o'clock Mr. Hanigan."

*****

Saturday came quickly and he dressed like he would for a regular date. But he was getting more nervous. What if someone would see him? He changed again. He put on a business suit so he could pretend he was there on business, just being friendly with Miss Frumpy, not on an actual date.

Pulling into that parking lot she had circled on that map sheet, George the cad did not get out to open the door for her ... he didn't want to risk being seen. But she had been smart about where she parked her car. There was not much traffic and it looked fairly safe behind the buildings.

"Mr. Hanigan I just want to thank you for your help. You are the best boss a woman could have. I don't know how I will be able to repay you for all this coaching." she said as she was getting in his expensive coupe.

"A happy employee is reward enough." He hated having said that, it sounded so stupid. And yet what were his motivations? He puzzled over that for almost half the ride. Was he just being noble, trying to help his best section manager? Was it pity? It definitely wasn't for the sex. While he knew he had become aroused at their kissing and petting, he could think of a dozen women with better bodies and more sex appeal that would play hide the sausage with him. So it wasn't making any sense. This was way beyond the call of duty to his employer ... and they might even fire him for doing it. He started questioning his own sanity. 




Miss Frumpy



Then she started talking about the news. The conversation was light and she did better with the topics than she had in the past. He was feeling impressed. He even laughed a few times. That was unusual for him to laugh with someone who had just been annoying a few months before.

And he was feeling safe. They would be out in public, he would be her coach, and they would drive home. There would be no kissing and groping.

Dinner was pleasant. George made a few corrections and suggestions ... she was eager to follow. He was glad it was a dark restaurant, she was still too frumpy in her nicest clothes, and there was no hiding frumpy, especially that ugly puffy suit jacket.

Walking out of the restaurant he caught himself looking at her calves as she walked ahead of him. He hadn't noticed her legs before. Her thick wool skirt fit like a heavy curtain, wrapped twice around the back, was way past her knees and yet her calves and ankles looked nice.

This time he helped her into the car and gave her pointers on how to get in and out of a car, her knees always together.

She practiced and he encouraged.

He explained how she should sit in the car, her ankles crossed, her knees together and body tilted slightly towards the man. It was something he had read (and he liked touching her knees, he had a chance to touch her calves).

They drove around and found a place with the most cars outside. As they went inside he told her he wanted to stay at the bar so they could observe. In the back corner where the noise from the DJ was tolerable he described what was unfolding around them. 

George started off by explaining about the drinks and the dangers. He told her to always watch the bartender make her drink, never taking her eye off him until it was in front of her. Then she was to hold the drink in her hand, never to let it sit by itself for an instant. He explained the danger of rufies. The safest thing would be to drink beer or a bottled beverage where she could see the cap come off in front of her.

And he warned Prudence that she should only have one drink on the first date, one every two hours on her subsequent dates and never get drunk until she was comfortably in a relationship and trusted her partner implicitly. 

Then he explained about drinks, the different type and what the significance of each was. Shots were only for wild and crazy behavior, not caring about a reputation, so never do them. Wines were usually safe from the alcohol side, but again, they came from open containers and could easily be drugged. George was constantly disbelieving that he was telling her all this ... he loved when his dates went for shots ... that told him for certain what he was getting that night. One of them did body shots on the bar and he had her naked half way to the car ... he couldn't remember her name.

George then pointed out all the men in the bar and what he could tell about them. He pointed out their clothes, their hair, their shoes and their mannerisms that gave away their secrets. That guy was rich, the other a wannabe ... this one was comfortable in his skin, his job, that one not. That guy was definitely married, trying to hide it. And there were the pretty boys, too obsessed with their own vanity to be worth dating.

Then he pointed out all the women. He found two that had that 'look'.

"What look?"

"The wanna-get-preggers look. Some women will get to a point in their life when all they care about is having a baby. They dress as seductively as possible and have a sad look on their face, signaling that they want to make babies, married or not."

"And see that one and that one ... the tattoos on the small of their backs? It means they are sluts. That one with the neck tattoo? She is into drugs. The tongue studs? More sluts, they do that to impress the guy with their blow jobs."

Prudence's eyes went wide, she never knew that.

George wasn't sure what he said was accurate ... it was just what he heard in the locker room. He just knew that tattoos and piercings for him were a turn off, like graffiti splashed across a DaVinci painting.

And he continued pointing out all his observances about each and every woman in the place. He started pointing out their clothes, makeup, hair, shoes ... everything including handbags and shoes ... what each meant. A lot of the insight he had just read in those body language books, but much of it his own preferences. 

What George had just told her about the women ... most of it, was extremely painful for Prudence. She felt like a lowly sewer rat the way she was dressed. She couldn't look anymore. She turned away and stopped participating.

George could see she had gotten upset. He sat there and realized why. He thought it would help if he asked her to dance, even though he didn't want to dance with Miss Frumpy. He was relieved when she declined.

They had been there over three hours and the last half hour was silent. "Prudence, do you want to leave." 

Prudence picked up her clunky pocketbook and walked out, George following her at a different pace, trying to look like he was not with her. He was used to having the hottest babes hanging on his arm.

Helping her get in the car, he turned onto the highway and started home. There was uncomfortable silence for the first hour.

It was too warm; she took off her puffy suit jacket. 

He could see she was on the edge of tears ... but she didn't.

A few minutes from home she finally broke the silence. "George, I mean Mr. Hanigan I think I understand now. I still have a long way to go. Would you mind helping me with the rest of it ... my wardrobe, hair, and makeup?"

George thought that was a stupid question to ask a straight guy. "I am clueless about hair and makeup. I would suggest you get professional help with those. Go to an upscale mall and put your faith in someone that does a nice job with their own appearance. Do you have the resources?"

"Yes, I still live at home and my parents don't make me pay rent."

"Okay, I would suggest starting with undergarments. Look for comfortable sexy, even daring. No one but you will know what you are wearing under your clothes and it will have a profound impact on your attitude and self confidence. Then look for new business attire. I would suggest talking to Marla ... in accounting? She always looks the most professional; her suits are just a little tease on the sexy side. And then talk to Stephanie ... in logistics. She knows what to wear socially ... accentuating her best features but never slutty. Find out what stores she shops, she's nice, maybe she could take you ... does that help?"

"Yes, Mr. Hanigan ... this has certainly been informative. I guess I could have done this on my own, but never in a million years would I have been as observant as you. You seemed to know everything." Prudence was thinking that George may have been a bit dumb back in the office, but out in the world, he was a guru.

They arrived at her car and he was relieved that it was completely deserted behind that building. He made her stay and wait for him to open the door and then helped her out. "A gentleman will never look when a lady exits the vehicle. If you are on a date and the man doesn't treat you with the utmost respect, make him take you home immediately, or tell him you are going to the lady's room and call a cab. Never ever put up with even a second of disrespect."

"I understand," she said standing and facing him. "Are there any gray areas?" She remembered those words from Wednesday night.

"Let's see. If the man is aroused either visually or by proximity; take that as a complement ... but I already told you that. Okay ... if a man lets his eyes wander to another female, you have to make a judgment. Has he been paying attention to what you have been saying and looking you in the eyes? If not, say goodnight and run. If a woman happens to flash him, as women will sometimes do ... don't blame him unless he looks too long, strains in some way to look, or loses his concentration on you. There are little games other women play ... one thing to remember is that women never show anything they don't intend to show. A woman leaning over to pet a dog or fix a shoe ... it's intentional. Most guys fall for it anyway, so the women keep doing it."

"Thank you Mr. Hanigan. You have certainly been thoughtful and attentive tonight ... I mean we were looking at other women, but I never lost your attention."

"So don't accept any less from your date. He needs to make you feel like you are the only thing important in his life ... Oh, and gray areas ... you should probably give the guy a break if what happened to you should happen to him."

"I don't understand."

"Okay ... I'll try to be delicate. Remember during our lessons when you felt out of control, that you couldn't stop what was happening?"

Prudence blushed and said, "Yes," looking down at the ground, brushing the hair out of her face.

"I guess I am saying that you should give him a break if he gets a little carried away. I'm not saying he can do something bad, a woman always has the right to say no at any time. I'm talking about if he does a little something and then apologizes quickly."

"Can you give me examples?" Prudence was standing close and smelling his cologne.

"Okay, let's say you are wearing a short skirt and you are kissing on the couch, this is your third date and you like him. Let's say he sees your legs part slightly and slides his hand all the way to your private area before you have a chance to react. It was totally uncalled for, but if he stops when you tell him and he apologizes ... you should give him a break."

"I think I understand. The rufies you mentioned ... is it as bad as it sounds?"

"That is a tough question. I don't know. As you can tell I never put anything in my body that is not healthy, I don't know much about drugs. I have never seen a rufie, never met anyone who admits to using them, but the danger is real. Waking up in some strange motel a day later with no clothes on and totally violated would be devastating."

"I can see that."

"I was at a Taco place and watched the kid in the back walking around with my taco, talking to his friends. He disappeared around the corner for just an instant ... I was hungry and ate it anyway. I was sick for the next three days. So remember to be extra careful at bars, especially if you're not with long time friends that you can trust. I guess I would suggest that you not trust anyone until you really know him. That includes meeting their friends and family, coworkers ... believe the rumors. They might not always be true, but it's better to be safe."

"Thank you Mr. Hanigan." Prudence was feeling her heart pumping a little louder with him standing so close, his smell so intoxication. "I'd like to practice the kissing just a bit. You know, to build up my tolerances?"

"Understand. Let's just do the first date kiss to start with ... I'll give you pointers."

They kissed and George had to caution her not to be passionate on a first date kiss.

They tried again.

"Excellent. Now let's try a second date kiss." 

They kissed for a long three minutes, he leaned in for a press and she backed away.

"Very good Prudence, now let's try a third date kiss."

He leaned in for the press and she returned the pressure, not grinding, their tongues playing happily.

She was hoping he could count higher.

"That was nice ... do you want to try a fourth date kiss?"

"We haven't talked about that," she said out of breath.

"I guess not ... I would suggest if the relationship is progressing smoothly, that first base would be appropriate."

"Okay," as she leaned in and he immediately went for her breasts. She moaned with his caresses and manipulations. Then he pulled her tight using his hands to grab her butt cheeks, grinding her mound into his crotch ... she pressed back into him and moaned loudly. 

They kissed more passionately and he pumped his tongue in and out. 

She pumped back and moaned some more.

Then he started kissing and licking, nibbling on her neck and ear.

"Oh ... Mr. Hanigan ... We never did that before."

"Do you like it?"

"It sends shivers up and down my spine; it's making my heart beat loudly ... feel." and she placed his right hand on the top of her breast.

"Let me do it again and I will explain." Then he repeated the action, this time using a wet tongue and slurping in her ear, causing her to scream and laugh at the same time.

"Prudence this is especially dangerous ... it excites you sexually and tickles at the same time ... you will find yourself with your guard down so that if I were to try and get to third base, it would be hard for you to regain control."

"Can we try that?" wanting more.

"Okay, but I won't go all the way." George proceeded to start with some french kissing, more tongue action, caressing her breasts, getting her to moan, pinching her nipples harder this time, then he pulled her butt cheeks in tight, she did the grinding ... then he pumped his tongue in and out ... she did the same more vigorously ... and then he kissed and slurped her neck and ears, she giggled between moans, unable to get enough oxygen into her lungs. Continuing down her neck, he kept kissing her chest onto her breast and she moaned loudest when he mouthed her nipple through all those layers of clothes, getting her blouse all wet. 

Leaning back against the car she was holding his head tight to her chest, breathing fast and moaning uncontrollably.

Since he was bent over, he reached down between her knees and found those calves he had felt before. He slid his hand up her heavy dress, touching the back of her knees so intimately, then caressing her bare thigh skin. He did the same with his hand behind her and then straitened his back, his hands sliding higher, moving his mouth up to hers. He slipped back into her waiting mouth, his tongue pushing in and out, she was doing the same. 

She moaned the loudest ever when his hand in front reached her mound and the one behind squeezed her tight butt cheek. 

He continued up higher with his hands and found the top of her panties both front and back. 

She still didn't stop him; quite the contrary, she was almost screaming her desperation for him to make the next move, to keep going.

George slipped both hands, front and back under her panties, From behind he was sliding down her butt crack ... and in front he was moving down her smooth flat stomach, feeling her soft skin and then her pubic hair as he continued lower. 

She pumped her tongue into him faster and moaned her pleasure screams into his mouth, breathing hard and fast, pulling his head into her mouth with a death grip. She spread her legs a little, as far as her panties around her knees would allow

George let his fingers continue down over her pussy lips and she began to quiver and shake in anticipation. She was wet as could be, dripping in love juice. His hand in back was playing with her puckered butt hole. With his front hand he pressed his outer fingers against the pussy lips first and then drew his middle finger up through her wet lips and across her clit.

"Oh my God, George ... oh George, I have never ... oh George, don't go inside me ... oh George not inside me like that ... Oh I can't stop you ... George ...Ah! ...Ah! ... Yes! ... Yes!" 

George then slipped the hand behind under further, placing a finger from that hand inside her, while his front hand went to work on her love bud. He sloshed her clit and lips rapidly side to side at a furious pace while his other hand kept pumping her pussy, his thumb teasing her anus. 

And after just a few minutes she shivered and shook in her first man induced orgasm.

His hand was drenched and she was perspiring at the uncontrollable spasms her body was making.

She finally reached to pull his hand away after her body stopped shaking. She wished she had bought nicer clothes already. She was especially embarrassed about the old-ladies underwear she had halfway down her legs. But her fears were allayed when George reverted to his coach's persona.

"Prudence, that was third base. And if you find a guy you think you like and he is not willing to do that for you at least a couple times a week, keep looking."

But she was too spent to talk anymore.

"Are you alright?'

She nodded her head that she was, then reached and pulled her panties back on, knowing they would be soaked.

George helped her over to her car door.

Her voice came back to her when she was worried about seeing him again, "George, I'm going shopping tomorrow, and maybe after work with Marla and Stephanie on Monday ... I could show you if you come over Wednesday. I won't wear the new clothes to work unless you approve."

"That will be fine ... I'll stop and pick up dinner."

She stopped before getting in the car and kissed George, her tongue dueling with his, his hand back on her tit. "Thank you Mr. Hanigan, I'll see you Monday morning."

"You are certainly welcome Prudence." and he reluctantly released his grip.

On his ride home, George was torn between feeling good about giving her that first orgasm, and bad because he took advantage of her. Then he recalled feeling her flat stomach and firm butt cheeks ... I hit him right there. Flat stomach and firm butt ... that's not frumpy ... he dismissed the thought just as quickly, he hadn't seen, only felt it. And everyone knew Prudence was Miss Frumpy. He saw the puffy jacket she had left in the back seat. He hoped he would never see her wear it again, he decided to toss it in the garbage.

As Prudence was driving home, she wished her parents would go to church every night; she wanted to get on third base with George and stay there. That thought sobered her ... Wednesday night ... they would only have a few hours. To show him everything ... there would be no time. She decided to shop the web as soon as she was home.

*****

Sunday was a long day for Prudence. She sprang the cruise surprise on her parents early, so she had to help them pack in a hurry and then drive them and their luggage three hours to the port. She had found an unsold berth at 70% off. Then she was at the mall for five hours for her hair, make-up, and shopping. She was feeling pretty naughty when she bought all those unmentionables.

At home in her room late at night with the door locked she tried them on. With each set she tried to imagine what they would feel like with George's hands on them.

*****

Monday early, Prudence found Marla in Accounting and asked about her favorite shops for business attire. She took notes. Then she found Stephanie in Logistics and she offered to take Prudence shopping after work. It was another five hours of shopping that night.

*****

Tuesday she arranged her room with all her new clothes, taking off all the tags and trying to strategize what she was going to show him. She went to bed wearing her skimpiest underthings, getting them completely soaked.

*****

Wednesday after work George rubbed the top of his shoes on the back of his calves to get the dust off, combed his hair, straightened his tie, his belt, and rolled his sleeves up. He knocked on the door. When she let him in he seemed anxious to get started on the dinner he brought. 

"Mr. Hanigan we don't have to rush this evening, my parents are on a cruise this week."

"Oh, I didn't know ... but we can't stay up too late, we have work tomorrow. I love your hair like that ... I noticed Monday first thing, but didn't feel it was appropriate at the office to comment."

"Yes, I could tell." She had watched his expression intensely when they got together for their first meal that morning. He seemed a little bothered, unable to speak, a little out of breath.

Dinner was more relaxed without the alarm clock and they were laughing at little things. She had stayed in her frumpy old clothes and felt comfortable.




Miss Frumpy



But she was too comfortable, because George was anxious to see what she had bought. He felt like a kid on his way to the softy-freeze.

Prudence went upstairs to her bedroom and put on her most conservative new purchase. She walked down the stairs and into the living room and was surprised at Mr. Hanigan's reaction. "Mr. Hanigan please tell me ... is this alright? You look surprised."

"Yes, ah ... I um didn't expect ... there is so much less of you ... that suit looks so nice, like you are a model or something ... it's really hard to believe ... and your legs, I never saw your legs before. Can you see? Did you forget your glasses?"

She walked closer and could tell he was getting nervous. "Contacts, but I don't think I'll wear them to work ... Do you like the fabric? And this has just a little bit of cleavage, can you see anything if I bend over or turn sideways?" She noticed that he had become aroused quickly.

He was studying her from all angles, checking her butt as she bent over, trying to look down the top of her suit. "No ... it is perfectly decent, very lady like. And I like the way the fabric feels." as he ran his hand over her butt.

"I'm glad you like it Mr. Hanigan ... I'll wear this to work tomorrow since you approve ... I'll go and try on the next one." But she waited until he had finished running his hands over her ass ... it was a few minutes before he let her go.

Back in her bedroom Prudence felt her heart pounding. She was very pleased at his reaction. She changed into her next suit, taking her time, letting the kettle come to a boil.

As she walked down the stairs, George couldn't believe this transformation. He had seen it in that first suit, but he hadn't believed it thinking it must have been some sort of optical illusion ... this time, he was starting to believe it ... seeing her lithesome legs under this amazing business suit. It was lighter in color and he could make out more of her body. "Wow, that is amazing ... spin for me." he felt his heart racing again.

"And tell me again George, I don't want to be risqué at the office, can you see anything when I bend over or angle my body? And tell me if you like the fabric."

George continued checking her out from all angles. If she hunched her shoulders he could just make out the lace from her undergarments, but no ... it was classy, not risqué at all. "And I like this fabric as well," his hand back on her ass, grabbing handfuls. "Your face, I can't tell ... are you wearing make-up? It looks so natural."

"Yes ... a little ... This is very helpful Mr. Hanigan ... Oh ... Since you approve of this one; I will wear it Friday ... I have more if you want to see them."

"Yes, I would love to see them."

She waited until he was done again before slowly walking up the stairs back to her room. She could see the dozen more outfits she had yet to try on, worrying that there weren't enough hours in the day to show them all. She wanted time to practice other things.

As she descended the stairs this time, it was a short skirt and very nice tailored blouse. The top was a little lacy, but that was above her slip and bra ... still classy. She spun and posed for him while he felt the fabric of her skirt.

"And the blouse? Do you like that fabric?"

George looked into her eyes and he put his hand on her breast. He watched as she closed her eyes and moaned as he caressed and pinched her nipple. This was so different; the fabric was not so thick, she was so firm. And then she tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth slightly. 

He kissed her deeply, their tongues immediately dueling and breathing each other's air.

Prudence let this go on for a few minutes and then pulled his hand away. "George, I have more to show you ... do you want to see?"

He took the opportunity to pull her butt into his crotch one last time before he let her go. 

Prudence turned slowly and walked back up the stairs, reveling at how she had so much control over that horny hound.

George knew he was being teased ... he loved it. Had he ever been teased so masterfully before? He didn't think so, not like this ... funny his memory wasn't what it used to be. This was so unexpected ... he couldn't wait for more. But she was taking twenty minutes to change each time. He paced and then went into the kitchen for a glass of water.

When she came back down, she was wearing a similar outfit, a blouse and dressy skirt ... but this blouse buttoned down the front and was open to just above where her bra came together.

Prudence spun and then did the bend over and angle routine so he could see ... his hand back on her ass. "George, I couldn't wear a slip with this one, just a bra. Is this okay? Will I be able to wear it to work?" She wished she could show him what was underneath, it was so naughty.

He did his inspection. He could see breast flesh if she bent over and twisted. "Prudence, this is acceptable, but you need to be careful with your posture. Only show me that view, be careful of other men leering."

"And the fabric?"

So George leaned in for a kiss and caressed her breast again. She moaned into his mouth and then broke the kiss.

"George, be careful of the fabric. I don't want it wrinkled or ruined."

"Oh, sorry. I'll have to be more careful. Is there more?"

"Yes, lots more ... when you are ready, I'll go show you."

So George reluctantly let go and watched as she slowly climbed the stairs. He couldn't believe that sexy butt belonged to her. And her waist was so thin and her back swayed so sensuously.

The night progressed like that, the suits getting just a tiny bit more revealing, but all still acceptable unless she contorted her frame for him. He paced and drank water downstairs waiting each time she changed.

She still had three more suits up in her room to show him when she descended the stairs ... and they both heard the grandfather clock chime sounding three in the morning. "George, we have to work tomorrow ... can you come back tomorrow night so I can show you the rest? And I have my new weekend clothes as well. My parents won't be back until Sunday ... we have time."

"Prudence ... I have to say that I can barely believe that this is you. I like your hair ... it is so classy ... and your face ... I don't understand what you did with the makeup ... it works ... you are so beautiful. You have to promise me ... tomorrow at work ... well, the guys will all be hitting on you. We have more work to do. Can you fend them off until we ... you know, we do some more work?" George knew he was just in the middle of this masterful tease ... and he would die if it was interrupted for more than a day.

"Yes George, I will take it slow. I know this is all new for me, so I want to get comfortable with the new clothes and things ... I really like the new underthings ... but I can't show you those."

"Why not?"

"George, you are my boss ... and my coach."

"Oh yeah." wishing he wasn't.

"Okay, you need to go home and get some sleep. Are you going to be alright driving this late?" she asked walking him to the door.

"Yes, it's just ten minutes. Pru, I um ..."

"Should we practice a goodnight kiss?"

George could only nod his head up and down.

She leaned in and their passion took over.

His hands were on her ass, on her breasts and he even tried his slurpy ear kisses before reaching between her legs to pull her skirt up.

"George, no ... you have to go get some sleep ... please?"

George tried everything all over again and then reluctantly gave up when she held his hands. She was learning control and it was entirely his fault.

*****

That next day at work Prudence was getting a lot of attention at work. Everyone thought management had hired someone new. 

George heard all the gossip and was disturbed. He didn't know why, but it bothered him when the guys around the water cooler made their sexist remarks about his best section manager.

Prudence could see George was not happy. She didn't understand. She thought it might be a problem he was having with one of his girlfriends again or with his boss. She decided to visit him in his office.

"Hi Prudence come in."

"Mr. Hanigan I just thought I would ask you a question." Prudence walked into his office with some papers. She walked past the hot seat and stood beside him at his desk. She put the papers down.

He looked at them trying to understand the question. 

"No, it's not about these papers, George ... it's just that you looked upset earlier. I was wondering what was wrong. The door has to be open, so I thought we could pretend you were looking at a report." she said in a low voice that could not be heard by his assistant.

"Oh, I see. Well I guess I am just upset at the way the men in this company are trying to distract you from your work. Have any of them asked you out?"

"Yes, but we talked about this. I'm wearing my glasses ... almost no makeup ... You told me to take it slow, so I turned them down ... all four of them."

George found himself getting angry and he didn't know why. He felt like ripping off a few heads, reaming a few new assholes with his boots on ... but he just sat there and steamed.

"George, I am feeling a bit self-conscious ... are you sure this suit is not showing anything? It's just that even some of the women are staring at me like I am missing some buttons or something. The fabric isn't see-through or anything is it? Did you want to feel the fabric again?"

"No Prudence. The suit is perfectly respectable in every way. And I would love to feel the fabric, but I fear that the smoke detector above our heads is a company camera. Two months ago a manager in Sales was fired for inappropriate behavior ... the rumors were that the company had captured him on video having intercourse with a sales associate. She has been transferred to a different office. I do not want you transferred." George knew that would be his worst nightmare ... to have her gone or working for someone else. He ran this department, but he also knew that most times he was following her lead.

"Yes, well are you coming over right after the gym? "I'll have more fabric for you then ... my new suits that is."

"Yes, I am looking forward to it."

"Thank you George," and she couldn't resist the urge to touch his hand before leaving.

You are welcome Pru," and he squeezed her hand only briefly, looking out the door to make sure they had not been seen.

George was walking up her front steps at exactly six that night, combing his hair, anxious about the way he looked.

As he stepped inside the door, she stopped him. "George, we haven't talked about greeting kisses. Are they different than what we talked about before?"

He started feeling better ... he could revert to his coaching mode now. "Yes, they are. Perhaps starting with the third date and every subsequent meeting thereafter, even after getting married, the woman should greet with a kiss. There is a greeting ritual that men in particular need to have their ego boosted upon seeing their girlfriend. It should convey an emotion like a couple would feel after they had been separated for a week or two. It should show relief at being together and a sense of wholeness that the partner feels complete now that they are back together. Let me demonstrate how you would kiss someone who loved you."

Prudence wished he would cut out all that chatter ... 'Yes' would have done nicely, so they could just get at it. She launched herself at him, swallowing his face and allowing him to take all her weight. When he put her back on the floor and finished, she breathed in a low sexy voice, "I'm glad you're home Honey."

"Oh, me too," he sighed and they kissed just as deeply the second time.

Then she let him go, turned around and left him standing there. 

George was out of breath and speechless. He was wondering what had just happened.

"That was nice George, I can't wait to try that out for real." she said as she was walking into the kitchen, knowing his eyes were on her ass.

George stood there for a minute trying to regain his composure. He had never been kissed like that before. He was worried he had taught her too well. He started thinking that she would go out on a date with one man and that would be it, she would be off the market for everyone else ... no more Wednesday nights ... he would probably have to stop eating meals with her, that's what he would do if he were the man, make her stop doing things with all other men. He didn't know a way out. He was wondering if he could talk her back into those frumpy clothes. He wondered if he could find that ugly jacket he tossed.

"George, dinner is on the table ... are you coming dear?"

It was bothering him all through dinner and Prudence could tell. "George, is this because of the way the other men have reacted?"

George didn't respond.

But she could see it in his eyes. "But George, I thought this is what you wanted. I thought you wanted me to improve socially. But you are probably right ... I am not ready yet. I have so much to learn. So how do we solve this problem? I don't want to have to keep fending them off every day. Is there any way I could put a sign on my desk or something? I can't lock myself away; I still have to manage my people."

"No, that would be silly ... and the guys would just probably take a sign as a challenge. What if you said you were married?"

"I could wear a wedding ring ... but then they would know that I haven't changed my name ... and the ceremony, making up a date and honeymoon ... it would be too difficult and HR would get involved."

"Yes, so just say you are engaged." he reached for her hand.

"George I would do that ... and it would probably work ... except I don't have a ring."

"I could buy a ring. You just have to say your fiancée is from out of town and you see him on weekends. That eliminates the invitations and complications." he was playing with her fingers.

"I like your plan George ... but I would have to go with you to buy it, I don't know my size."

"Certainly Pru. We can go out of town to the same city we went last Saturday and find a ring there. Afterwards we could stay and eat dinner ... then we could have a date lesson."

"But George, I don't want to dance or even talk with strange men."

"No ... this will be our date lesson, we will pretend we are on a date."

"I am excited already ... the only thing that worries me is being seen by an employee, although we have already done it and we were not seen."

"Yes, I think that town you selected is the right one. We were there for four or five hours last week and the company received no reports on us.

"Okay, so let's hurry with dinner, I am anxious to have your advice on the rest of my suits and my social attire." she reluctantly pulled her hand back so she could go for the plates.

They finished eating quickly; Prudence cleaned the table and went upstairs to change. She came back twenty minutes later in that last suit she had worn the night before. "George, you saw this before, but we didn't have a chance to inspect it, feel the fabric." She decided to start him off on a low simmer.

As soon as he placed his hand on her ass she caught herself moaning. "I'm sorry George; I seem to have less control tonight."

"No need to apologize. As I said before, the man will always appreciate your vocalizations. Let's do that again," He caressed her breast and pinched her nipple.

She leaned into his ear and moaned deeply, a little lost already at the pleasure it was giving her.

George did the press and said, "See how I was affected by that? You should feel flattered when the man you love responds this way."

"Does this mean you are at full mast?"

"No, just half ... but the night is young, I will tell you when that happens."

"Thank you George ... I have more, do you want to see?" She didn't want to ... she just wanted to stay there and be fondled the rest of the night.

"Yes." he said and reluctantly let her go.

Twenty minutes later she came back down hesitantly. "George, I don't know about this one. Stephanie said it was alright, but I'm not sure." She was holding the lapels of the suit jacket closed. "The first button is way down here and the blouse that goes with it is almost transparent. I couldn't wear a slip under it and every bra I have would be visible through the blouse. The Sales clerk and Stephanie both told me not to wear anything under the blouse ... I 'm okay showing you, but I don't think I could wear it out of the house."

"Alright, I see the problem. Now bend over and twist slightly. You see, the way the jacket is cut, they are right. It might look and feel provocative, but I cannot see anything accept a little of the sides of your breast, perfectly acceptable. I like the fabric." he said feeling her ass. "Can I feel the blouse fabric?"

She caught his hands, "No George, it is too shear, too delicate, you would wrinkle it and I am afraid I don't have the control tonight if you grabbed my breast and I'm not wearing a bra."

"That's good ... you are learning your limitations, your tolerances. Can you open the jacket so I could judge how shear the blouse fabric is ... just visually?"

"Alright, but I'm not sure this is a good idea." She stepped back and opened the buttons on her jacket."

"It's very nice, can you open it wider, I need to see if I can see your nipples through the cloth."

"George, I would never wear the blouse with the jacket open."

"I understand, this is just for me."

She opened the Jacket all the way, watching his face.

"Wow, Pru, I never knew ... and this isn't just a line ... you could be a model, but no, you are too pretty to be a model. Models are skin and bones, you have ... I can only say perfect breasts. I never knew you were so supple, the nipples and areola are perfect, not too large, not too small ... this is breathtaking, really Honey."

"What do mean a line?"

"Oh, well I have to admit, I have been quick to use a line when I date. A line is what a man says that he knows is not true, just so he can have his way."

"So a line is a lie?"

"A social lie. A social lie is like when you tell Aunt Betty that her casserole is delicious ... after you put it on the floor for the dog and he wouldn't eat it. In most cases there's no harm, it just makes the person feel better about themselves."

"So what have you told me just to make me feel better about myself?" giving him different angles to observe, seeing the posing was having an effect on him.

"Wow, and I must say, it is hard to concentrate with your jacket open ... I have been your coach ... I don't think I have given you lines. There have been times when I didn't express my emotions, like when you started on the wellness program those first two weeks. It was very frustrating for me. And I have to admit, the clothes you had on just last week were ... shall we call them Frumpy?"

"Explain Frumpy and then I will go change again." She was still posing for him, holding her jacket open and letting him see from all angles, but keeping her distance.

George was lost, there wasn't any more blood pumping to his big head. He was watching the best porn he had ever seen. "Yes, Frumpy ... those clothes hid your body under yards of fabric that were tailored very poorly. It was sort of like camouflage. I have to admit I was rather comfortable with those clothes last week in some ways. But I was uncomfortable with them in others.

"Explain that," as she stepped back when he reached with his hands.

"Good, tough questions ... I'm impressed ... one of the things we have not covered yet are the questions you should be asking. Explain, oh yes ... I guess I was comfortable that other men were not distracting you from your work. But at the same time, and for the same reason, Frumpy is not very attractive. That could be said of your old clothes. And I couldn't ask you to go back to wearing them ... it would be a crime to do that. There is no other word for it Prudence ... you are hot."