I knew that Pam was not at home. Where should she be, no matter how along with everyone on Dave's yacht. I hope that she and Dave will succeed. Pam is beautiful, young, spontaneous and at the same time also clever. And most importantly, she knows how to keep her fears and insecurities under control. I am calm for her.

Quite by chance I drove past the area where Pam lives and decided to stop by. I had to pick up my things I left in Pam's bedroom on the eve of that crazy night with a striptease. A week has passed, and I completely forgot about a few, in general, things that I didn’t really need right now, clothes and linen. And most importantly, I left Pam's handbag. A handbag was just necessary for me. Notebook with phone numbers, credit cards, my favorite trinkets, finally.

There was no car near the house, but I decided to try anyway, since I'm already here. I went to the door, standing and pressing the bell button. Nobody answers - Pam's parents must be, as they had gathered, left for a weekend in the suburbs with friends.

I was almost ready to leave, as I heard the approaching steps. The door swung open and Pam's younger brother, the Rat, with his mouth open in surprise, stood in the doorway.

- Listen, Rats, I'm for a minute. I just need to pick up some of my stuff. I will not distract you for a long time, go along with me upstairs to the bedroom of Pam. With these words, I slipped inside the house, past the still not recovered boy.

- Alo! Wake up I shouted loudly and shook the rat by the shoulder.

- Didn't expect to see me? ... Ah! I have already completely forgotten. Don't be afraid, I'm not mad at you. Your curiosity did not offend me at all.

I remembered him peeping behind us with Pam.

Then I noticed a girl coming down the stairs. The girl leaned over, looked at me through the railing, and quickly darted back to the top.

I laughed.

“Rats, do your parents know that you, in their absence, take the girls to your home?” Come on! Do not worry, I will not give you up. You are well done, so long ago! And then doing: Good, good! I am silent! Come upstairs, introduce me to her. I promise! I won't tell you anything about her.

“Rats, why are you silent all the time?” Are you eating anything?

I ran up the stairs. There was no girl. There was a boy, half-dressed, frantically pulling off his black nylon pantyhose.

Now it was my turn to open my mouth in surprise. For only a few seconds, I was confused, and then I was overwhelmed with laughter. Even made tears.

In Pam's bedroom, everything was turned upside down. A chest of drawers with linen was opened, the drawers were turned out, stockings, lace shirts, crumpled bras and panties were lying in disarray on the floor.

“Rats, introduce me to yours.”

- Victoria, everything is not as you think. It's just a joke. Hank and I decided to have a little fun with nothing to do. Argued that enough courage for a laugh to change into girls.

- Your friend Hank seems to be embarrassed. Take your time, young man, do not tear the tights, the more you have nothing under them. Well, boys, I will not bother you

I went to the bathroom, pick up my things.

On the table I immediately saw my handbag, my dress was neatly folded next to me. Bra and panties were not. Having guessed, I slyly smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Then she straightened her hair, pulled lipstick out of her purse, put lipstick on her lips.

- Hey guys! Are you alright there? I'm out.

I walked out of the bathroom to Pam’s bedroom. The boys had already tidied up everything, hastily, indiscriminately, shoving the laundry in the drawers of the dresser. Hank managed to change clothes. He was a little taller than the Rats. Long, straight, straw-colored hair, full lips. In a dress he really could pass for a girl. Well, if he was already sixteen.

- I have long wanted to understand why such cute boys like you avoid girls, enjoy each other's company, while those somewhere alone, in their girl company, dream of dating you and tell each other all kinds of tales about their fictional adventures. Why this beautiful evening you are here, the two of you, locked yourself in, are engaged in silly games of dressing up, instead of the four of us, with the two girls, have fun in the ice-cream cafe, in the cinema, and you never know where else.

“Vika,” replied the Rats, pocketed, “the girls don't even look at Hank and me.” They are all twists and turns. We do not lead with them. We are well without them.

- What are they wondering about? Oh yes! With all sorts of outstanding parts! Well, they just want to attract your attention.

“Vika, you heard about all sorts of minorities there: So this is about Hank and me,” Rats blurted out, and blushed.

- Rats, Hank! Boys! You are normal guys! You just have not overcome your natural shyness in front of girls. You are afraid of them! Yes Yes! Just afraid! You are afraid of these weak creatures in lace, bows and ribbons. Take at least one step towards them and you will see that they are even shy of you. You are men, you are the stronger sex, you must be proactive. A rare girl dares herself to invite the boy to dance. Have you not seen how school dances are pressed in flocks. And the fact that they are laughing loudly and discussing someone is all that is ostentatious.

- Well, I dare, I will invite a girl to dance. What if she does not like me and she will refuse me? - for the first time spoke Hank.

- How can such handsome men like you not like it! Afraid of failure - come to the girls standing alone Those just will not give up! And then, the refusal, if it happens at all, should be taken calmly and not made of this tragedy. Just wait and try again with another girl. Let's practice right now. Rats, turn on some music!

I sat on a chair, wrapped the dress in, gave my face a deliberately arrogant expression. Rat turned on the music. I looked at the boys with a scornful look, looked away to the side, grimaced, looked at the ceiling, defiantly yawned, hiding behind her palm.

Rats boldly approached me, bowed, paused:

- Allow me to invite you to dance! He said loudly and clearly, and froze with his hand extended to me.

I slowly, very slowly, looked up at him. Studying and then skeptically looked Rat in the face:

- I do not dance! - snort and sharply turned away.

The rat abruptly pulled away his hand, stood beside me in indecision, and finally, with an uncertain step, walked away.

I could barely restrain the laughter. Then she laughed and laughed heartily. The boys laughed with me. They seem to have stopped being ashamed of me and behaved naturally.

- Vika, we have such a girl in the classroom. Be sure to invite her to the next school dance - that will be screaming! Through the laughter and tears with excitement spoke Rats.

- Now it's my turn! Hank recalled, - Vika, are you ready?

I stopped laughing, straightened my hair, tried to give an indifferent expression to my face, and began to laugh again, but quickly pulled myself together.

Hank walked over, waved his long straight hair, stopped, as if scrolling to himself what he was about to say now:

- Sorry, are you dancing?

I looked at him languidly, and without hesitation, I got up, stretched out my hands, laid them on Hank’s shoulders. He timidly hugged my waist and we began to dance, slowly, in one place, not quite in time with the music. Pretty quickly, Hank grew bolder, his hands were already supporting me quite firmly and confidently behind my back. He was the same height with me, slim, he would make a good man. We urgently need to save the guy.

I put Hank's head on my shoulder and pressed my chest closer to him. The reaction was not slow to wait ....