Time for the fun and games to begin.

You sat on the couch, attempting to get comfortable. As you began to mentally unwind from the stress of the day and the situation with your family earlier in the evening, you found yourself increasingly distracted by the camera in the corner and the contents it held. Curiosity tugged at your senses, but ultimately you resolved to not bring it up before Randall did (if he did, for that matter). You could hear the clink of glass bottles and the opening and closing of the fridge doors. There was a slight rustling and clacking sound of high heels signaling Randall's return. As he plopped down on the couch next to you, you immediately noticed that he had once again removed the dress he had been wearing. Miss Card's body was still wrapped in the heavenly white one piece from earlier. Randall handed you a beer, raised his own in a cheers of sorts, and proceeded to down a decent portion of it. Not wanting to fall too far behind, you followed suit.

You couldn't help but muse how subtly chaotic your life had become over the past several weeks. One minute you are in class being taught by your best-friend-turned-teacher, the next eavesdropping on a "strictly ladies" conversation. Now here you were drinking beer with one of the most beautiful women you'd ever seen, sitting casually on a couch. Stealing a glance a Randall's eye popping breasts and shapely thighs his swimsuit highlighted, you still couldn't believe that your lifelong best friend was still the one inside pulling the strings.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts you offer, "So what's the deal? Are we going to pound these and then get to packing?"

Randall looked at you blasphemously. "Whoa there, Buzz Killington! First item on the list: get some beer in you. We've got the rest of the weekend to worry about packing."

"So you're not worried about underage drinking, Miss Card?" you asked, your voice high and mocking and then swiftly taking a swig.

"Tim," he said, looking at you with a dead seriousness, "I've had enough of Miss Card to last a lifetime." Playfully shrugging he continued, "Unfortunately, I've got a lifetime of it to deal with now. This weekend is all about you and me, buddy. Randall and Tim, the original amigos. I don't plan on putting on my 'Laura' hat until Monday morning."

You couldn't help, but smile. This was the most normal you've felt in a long time. "Glad to hear it, dude. I missed ya."

"I missed me, too!" he laughed. "Bottoms up?" You both chugged the remainder of your beers. "Ready for another one?" You nodded and started to get up, when he stopped you. "I'll get it. I know I've been giving you a lot of shit today, Tim. Since it's my house, the least I can do is be a good host, ya know?" You silently agreed. It was more difficult to trade jabs with Randall like you used to. His body gave him a distinct advantage that you couldn't realistically counter, unless you wanted to be an outright jerk. As he got up from the couch, your eyes trained in on the perfect roundness of Miss Card's ass. You watched lovelorn as he sashayed to fridge, wide hips swinging, bending over to the retrieve the drinks, giving you an unmitigated view of his bubble butt. The cheeks were large, smooth, and spherical. You'd only had one beer and were already dying to grab it. You laughed to yourself, I'm always dying to grab it. For a moment you that perhaps Randall was teasing you, but you shook it off. He can't turn off being a woman, you thought. On the return trip, you gazed admiringly at the bob and jiggle of his melon like breasts. Just as before, Randall's attire was making your balls ache. Still, you smiled, trying to play it cool. You could tell that more than anything, Randall needed you to be his friend now, not another guy sleazing over his body.

"So," you said, "anymore 'Tales from the Teacher's Lounge'?"

"Not much else to tell at the moment," sighed Randall. "All the coaches are unbelievably flirty, even though most of them are married. Flipside, I finally made it into the girls' locker room." He raised his hand for a high-five, which you quickly dispersed.

"And?!"

His voice filled with excitement. "It was absolutely, freaking..." his voice flattened, "...boring."

"What?! No way!" you exclaimed, astonished.

"Dude, all the girls are so nervous and bashful, even around each other. It was disappointing." You both sat sipping for a moment, mulling that over. "Mr. Hansen asked me out on a date."

"Like a "date" date?" You said, trying not to frown.

"Yeah," sighed Randall. "A "date" date." Your stomach sank a little.

"I know you said you've been letting guys take you out to dinner. Kinda like that, right?" you offered, nonchalantly. Desperately, you were trying not to ask the question burning in your mind: Why didn't you just say "no"?

"Not exactly," he said. "I'm not thrilled to be going, but it was better than the alternative." He took a long drink. "Principal Johnson was talking to me about a 'special' meeting he wanted to have. I think we both have a pretty good idea about what he wants from ole Miss Card. I've been avoiding thinking about it. I guess I figured that when I was faced with the dilemma, I'd just choose then. Well, up walks Mr. Hansen and asks me out right then and there. I agreed, mostly to get Johnson off my back. I'd feel bad for backing out when he basically pulled my ass out of the fire."

"Amen to that," you muttered. While Randall going out on a date with the best looking teacher in school was not thrilling for you, neither was him fellating the principal.

"Enough about me, Tim," said Randall, getting up to retrieve more beer. "What's been going on with you? Meeting any new people? You haven't, uh, replaced me or anything, right?"

"Well...." you teased. Randall playfully punched your arm.

"Not funny, Tim!"

"Chill, chill," you offered. "I was just playing. I have sort of hit it off somewhat with this guy in weightlifting."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," you continued. "His name's Sean. He just transferred in from Central High. Seems alright. We haven't hung out or anything yet, but he's cool. Likes a lot of the same stuff. You'd like him." You shrugged. "Aside from that, I go to lunch occasionally with Danny and Chris. Everybody else seems too busy giving me sad puppy dog eyes about you, ya know, uh, dying."

Randall chuckled. "Heh, if they only knew." You took a long drink. You were finally starting to feel somewhat of a buzz, while it seemed that Randall was maintaining his. "You feeling the magic yet?"

"A bit," you said. "Still playing catch up, you drunk." You both laughed.

"Time for a shot, Timbo!" he declared. Randall hopped up and into the kitchen again. After some rustling in the cabinets, he returned to couch bearing a handle of rum and one shot glass. You eyed him curiously. Meeting your gaze, he explained, "I'll take a couple later. You're the one that needs to hurry up." Deftly, he poured the shot and handed it to you. Delaying a moment, you quickly tossed it back, feeling the hot burn of the booze hitting your throat. "What's going on with, Allison? Everything okay there?"

You sighed deeply. What could you say about your girlfriend? After seemingly hitting a new high in your relationship without Randall around, Allison all but completely dropped off the map once school started. Lusting after the new "Miss Card" certainly hadn't improved matters either. Despite your growing amorous feelings toward Randall, you knew that you were still in love with Allison. Finally, you answered. "Well, it's been a little tough lately. We had lunch once this week. Aside from that, I feel like she's been avoiding me or mad at me or something. I don't know. Things were really good for awhile, I don't know what happened."

"So no progress in the sack?" Randall inquired. You shook your head, sadly. You could almost swear you heard Randall mutter, "She doesn't know what she's missing..." under his breath, but you weren't sure. Randall set down another empty bottle, the two of you having completed your third round.

"See you got a new Xbox," you said, gesturing to the display in the room. "You up for some COD?"

"Only if you're ready to get your ass handed to you, Tim," he said with a grin.

"It's alright. If I run out of ass, I can always borrow some of yours. Seeing that you've got plenty these days." You laughed, as Randall punched you.

"Actually, I'm going to take a shower first. Gotten into the habit of taking one to wind down these days."

"Cool. I'll just warm up then. Haven't been playing much this week," you said, getting up and turning to the console on. As the light flickered and the Xbox whirled to life, you watched Randall saunter off to the bathroom, the booze seeming to accentuate the femininity of his gait. As you started to make your way through the menus to start the game, Randall came back with a look of concern playing across Miss Card's delicate features.

"Hey, Tim," he stammered, "could you do me a favor without it being weird?"