I imagined being younger, bolder, more confident, walking over and striking a combination, making them fawn over my charm, and even competing for my a...tention. Would I take one of them home, or just fuck her in the alley behind the bar, up against the wall, pulling her panties down but keeping her skirt on? Or maybe I would strike the lottery. Maybe I could convince all three of them to come to a hotel room with me and live the fantasy that every man dreams of. Tony, another beer?! asked Louie,. The girl typed rapidly into a computer and then pressed enter. It took a few minutes, but then she looked up.“Mr. Westbrook is currently in a meeting, but somebody will be down here presently to discuss your business with you.”“Thank you,” Jerome smiled. They were trying to run him off, probably by some fancy suit from legal.The man who approached Jerome was a surprise. He was a Latino, and his suit was from the rack much like Jerome’s.“Mr. Washington? I am Santiago Echeveria. I am a junior. Christina smiled and put her hand on my leg, sliding it up and down, without putting her tit away. “Did you want to drive then?” she asked, innocence personified. Since I knew that whenever things like this happened between me and Christina - unplanned and a little bit raunchy - they usually ended very well indeed, I started the car and pulled out of the car park. As soon as we were on the road, Christina reached over and unzipped my chinos. She fished my cock out and stroked it a few times. We’ll have no time, nor place later, for mistakes that we can eliminate on the front end.”Jerl raised his hand and spoke up, “Boyd, we can take care of the transportation. Lester and I have two late model school buses on our lot which were used to transport high school athletic teams to and from games. We can convert them, paint them and have them here in two weeks.”Then Lester added, “Boyd, I know we’re not a part of your operation, but we’d love to be and we hope to work into a permanent.