She felt empathy well up in her. ‘Want to talk about it?’ she asked, surprised that she had dared to ask him such a question. She didn’t really ...ant to know, but she was a nurturer, and nurturers did things like that. Helped people. She sighed inwardly. One of these days, that was going to land her in a big pot of trouble. ‘My father’s dying and I need to get married within the next week,’ Chris replied, his voice still muffled. For a moment, Cassie thought she had misheard. ‘Your father is. Story 1: I was 22. Me and a friend walk into a jazz bar for one last drink to cap off a long night of bar hopping. A live jazz band was playing and they were very very good. The place wasn't crowded but it wasn't empty either. It had a great vibe going that night.I notice a very pretty woman with a hot body sitting on some much older guy's lap a few seats away from mine. She seemed old to me - I was 22 at the time and she was only 26, an old 26 to me. I see her get up and off that guy. Going to. I suggested the next time I went on a shoot he come with me, posing as a punter and take photos and see what actually went on during these seedy nights.A lingerie shoot was on offer and a couple of girls put their names forward including mine. I had the classical long legs so heels, garter belts and silk stockings were to be my forte, thongs and silk knickers, providing I was shaved, so I said yes.Suddenly our sex life received a little spurt of upward momentum, it robust and imaginative but. Since our homes are close together, and your home office window is just opposite and a little higher than my bedroom window, maybe I’ll open the blinds at night with the lights on, and you can watch me parading around nude in my room. Who knows, buddy, it might raise a little interest and get your cock hard.”For some reason I didn’t understand at the time, I didn’t want to totally shut him down. So, I laughed and said, “I can’t promise that I’ll go out of my way to look, but if you want to.