Turning onto my back I smiled up at the stranger that just got there. He was older, maybe in his 40s and looked like he worked outside a lot. He smile... back."Go get cleaned up," momma said patting my leg. I struggled to sit up and headed towards the bathroom. Just outside the door I noticed the used condom I'd thrown earlier was stuck on the wall about six inches above the floor. For some reason I smiled. I seemed kind of funny to me. I went in and closed the door.Coming out I saw that the man. “Can I ask you a deeply personal question?" I pressed.“Sure,” she replied.“Do you ever mess around at work?”I watched as she batted her long eyelashes, processing my question.“Do I what?” she asked.I quickly apologized, quickly acknowledging the inappropriateness of my inquiry as I grabbed the bag of chicken wings she had just bagged up for me.She quickly grabbed my arm to stop me.“Dude,” she said, “I know you’re not in a hurry.”She leaned forward across the counter and whispered, “I give a. Just before the shirt completely falls off her shoulders though, she turns her back to him, her hips still sashaying. With her arms bent, the shirt falls down to her elbows. She straightens her arms and lets it slide all the way down to her wrists. Then as she moves her hips she pulls the shirt, the sleeves firmly held in both hands and the rest of it hanging just underneath her nicely rounded bottom, to and fro in time with her hips. Alex can see her thong through the tight, flimsy dress and. ” We went to my flat to collect a few things. I live upstairs and it was a struggle to get there. But she insisted I sit and tell her what I wanted packed. Clothes, mainly. Small laptop, USB sticks, external hard drive. “That drawer there,” I pointed. She opened it. “The maroon case,” I said.She took it out. “A descant recorder?”“Yup. Learned a bit at school, but that’s all that stuck, musically. I’ve got a keyboard, but I never got very far with a piano, and I don’t want to lug it.