“I don’t understand why I write what I do? Why do I fantasize about being picked up in a bar or ravished? What does that say about me?“Those are...honest questions,” he said.“The story I read to you, “The Pickup,” I wouldn’t dress like that or do what she did to pick up a stranger.”“But you did. You picked up me in the café,” he said.“Hmmmm--that’s right, but it’s not the same. I didn’t dress up in order to lure a man,” I answered.“I don’t know about that,” he said, a smile coming to his lips.. Completely amazed at what had happened, I headed on into the deli, immediately heading into the restroom. I ducked into an open stall and grabbing some toilet paper, I opened my pants and wiped off my cock. Wanting to make sure my wife didn’t find any evidence of my dalliance, I took great care cleaning myself the best I could. I then moved to the sink and washed the tire dirt from my face and hands that Alex had branded me with. Once I finished cleaning up I headed back out into the deli. Tyger’s place. Now.’ I tucked the address away and got ready to leave. Marty still looked terrified. ‘Don’t worry, Marty. You’re still pretty much the same. You won’t be giving five dollar blowjobs or anything.’ And that was true. Hell, Marty wouldn’t be charging anything. The drive to Darkview took just under an hour. I was wearing black stretchy sweat pants that had been snug even before my ass and hips had started to swell courtesy of Tyger. Another day had given them more lush proportions. ” I felt my nipples harden and my lower body dampen with excitement. I hopped out of bed to put on my running clothes. One of my sports bras with a short tee-shirt over it was first. Next would be my running shorts with no panties. I was feeling wanton. Last were my low socks and running shoes.I went downstairs to grab a water bottle, holster, ID, phone, and keys. I opened the door to see Jack exiting his condo. I closed the door behind me and went out to meet him. I took his hand, pulled him.