"Andrew, this is my sister Lauren. Lauren, this is my boyfriend Andrew." She went to shake my hand, but I gave her a hug and picked her up. She seem...d a bit shocked, and I realized how shy she was. Carl and Jeanna had walked over and were standing behind me.Lauren, this is Carl and Jeanna. Guys, this is Becky's sister Lauren." They shook hands and we went inside. Carl and Jeanna were first through the doors, with Lauren following them and Becky and I bringing up the rear. Becky looked at. “I’m fine, I was calling to see if you knew anyone who likes modern antiques. Stuff made in the forties maybe?” I asked.“I don’t know anyone right off hand, what do you have,” she asked.“I don’t have it my friend Tommy does. He removes the left overs after garage sales and estate sales. I gave him a hand today and he picked up an old iron bed it had the foot board and head board. He also got an iron night stand. I think it’s pretty unusual. It also had a dozen coats of paint on it.“No the. Andy barely ate or slept. He spent hours checking patents and looking up sex toys on line, he couldn’t find anything like his expanding plug, inflatable butt plugs and dildos in every shape and size imaginable, but not a reversible scroll. Basically it worked like an inside out hose clip off an automobile, spin the motor one way it got bigger, reverse the power it shrank again. He did find a Medeival torture spring in some gruesom history book. It contracted when wound up so you could shove. The queue seemed to take for ever to go, and I was getting restless. I look behind me once more and smiled at the same guy, then without really thinking, I leant forward and adjusted my shoe, knowing that I was showing off even more of my long legs. I'm sure he must have been able to see up my skirt...part of me hopes he could see my ass but I'll never know. I look back at him again and he's smiling at me as he waits patiently with his girlfriend.We look in a few other shops and pick up a nice.