Your girlfriend Claire - [Route A]

You think it's best to sit next to Claire. Mr Barshford sits at the head of the table, Amy at the opposite end. Mirry and Mrs Barshford opposite you and Claire.

The food is delicious and Mr Barshford even cracks open the proseco.

"Since as of today Amy is old enough to drink. But only a half glass," he says.

Claire also is not used to **** and after half a glass starts to relax, a couple of times she even puts her hand reassuringly on your thigh when her dad grills you over your studies and your future prospects. When he starts on Claire you reciprocate placing your hand on her thigh.

After her grilling is finished you keep your hand in place. Emboldened by the **** you begin to massage it gently.

You look for Claire's reaction but she plays it cool. Well... if she's not taking your hand away then she must be fine with it you think. You slowly pull up her dress inch by inch, waiting for her to stop you, but there is still no reaction.

Soon you have her dress pulled up to her thigh enough that your fingers touch her bare skin. She gives a sudden shudder. You pause... but still she doesn't pull your hand away.

You slide it along her thigh, slowly inching upwards and inwards. You slowly stroke the inside of her thigh as everyone makes polite conversation across the table.