After the computer finished I went to standby and turned the music on again. That's how I spent the rest of the evening. The next morning I made stron... coffee before I did anything else.Even though it was Saturday I rode the bike to Helen's Sit Down. When I walked in I took a look around as I always did. It was an old habit to assess the threats in a room and rank them.There were three middle aged ladies sitting at a picnic table near the rear of the room. Their eyes lit up when I entered. I. I grabbed my keys and handbag and we left, locking the door behind us. He was a gentleman, and I have always appreciated that in a man. I like having doors opened for me, and my chair pulled out for me, and my coat held for me. Those small gentlemanly considerations go such a long way for me. I shouldn't have really been impressed by his manners, we were, after all, not teenagers, but in our early 50's. He had chosen one of the city's finest dining rooms, and I was glad I had chosen to. I suddenly became aware of her body pressed against mine. Our thin T-shirts were the only thing between us, and I could imagine her nakedness against mine, so much so that I could almost feel it. Something about that thought stirred something inside me. She left my room without either one of us speaking a word, but somehow, I felt better, as I’m sure she did as well. We could just forget the whole thing ever happened, and maybe we could get away with that. That night, I was in bed, watching. " Cool. Now, would you mind taking off your jeans as well? I can’t judge your assets with those baggy jeans on."This was so entirely inappropriate. But somehow I felt my head nodding in agreement. I took off my small heels, unbuttoned my jeans gently, and fumbled them off of me. I couldn’t help feeling clumsy while I did so. Mark nodded approvingly as I stood in front of him in my H&M lingerie."Alright, girl please spin around for me."I did a quick spin on my toes."No no no. Spin slower,.