Would she do it? It was unlikely, though tempting. He changed into his lycra swimsuit. Ah, that felt nice. Then his tri-suit (short legs & sleeves) - for extra tightness. Both suits had a zipper in front. Before closing the suits with the zipper he oozed 2 pounds of hairgel inside. Slowly the gelly mass flowed downwards. Too slow. He pushed some of it arouns his waist to his back. There. It found its way down, until he felt it move with every step. Now the hard part. Pretend nothing happened - yet. He went downstairs and found the remains of the evening meal in the kitchen. That needed cleaning. Cleaning means... water! An accidents might happen, right? With a lot of bending to fill the dishwasher (more than necessary, but ooh that lovely feeling!) he was ready before she was downstairs. What next? The garbage! He had to go out of the house, all the way around to the back to dump it in the bin. Fortunately there was a lot of snow. Slippery and wet. He stepped into his boots and into the snow. As it was already dark hardly a face to be seen. Without falling he reached the barn. After the waist disposal he found a spot with clean, white snow.He sat down. The gel pushed its way up inside the suit, the snow melted on the outside. Quickly he grabbed a handful and put it inside his clothes. That would wet the suit when it melted. Slowly he went back inside. There she was! Wearing her tight black lycra leggings and a soft pair of trousers (tight too) over it. Gosh, she looked incredible. After a couple of minutes she asked: are you wet? Yes, he replied. I thought I smelled the gel, she said. You funny guy. Now or never, he thought, and he asked her: do you want to join me in the shower? She knew what he meant. And usually she was not in the mood. But tonight...