Hilary

You are in your mid-30s, and run a business in England. You used to pick up women effortlessly, but your unobliging partner Janey swore to emasculate you if you didn't stop. One day you're served at the local drugstore by a uniformed girl with a surprisingly well-developed bust. She's pretty, and friendlier than the usual. Two days later, with Janey away visiting family in the United States, you're home alone watching TV when an alarm goes off nearby. After ten minutes, there's a knock at the door. To your amazement, it's the girl. She explains that she's started housesitting next door, and accidentally set the burglar alarm off. After you pull out the fuse for her, she's overtly relieved, laughs a lot, and seems a bit flustered. Seeing her angel face, tanned thighs in her tennis skirt, and that precocious chest, you feel the same urge as in the good old days. Then you recall Janey's dire warnings, and decide to get out of harm's way. When you wake up that night after a wet dream in which the girl played the starring role, however, you lie awake wondering: am I a man, or a mouse? Then, the next day, you’re mowing the lawn, when she appears at your gate.