Patterson. I just thought of something funny. Why don't I call you Cars-", I stopped talking once I realized Mr. Patterson was not alone. I recognized...the man he was with. It was Mr. Devon, one of the physical education teachers from my school. I had him as a teacher my freshman year. He too was a great looking guy with short dark brown hair, big blue eyes, and a body to kill for. "Um.. What's going on? I didn't realize you were having someone over," I said, calmly. I was anything but calm. Did. I had not made the bed that day nor drew the curtain which to some extent was a good thing, nosy neighbours and all that. She has slipped her coat full off as we walked through the door, she took one look and turned to me with a very sexy smile saying “you did not make your bed your naughty boy” and taped me playfully on the hand. As she lent over to pull the covers strait, her skirt rode up revealing stocking that hold themselves up and a skimpy pair of Black knickers. I walked up behind her. I felt I had to square up with you. I could have just not faced up to it and rung you to cancel today but you are too decent a man for me to have done that to you." I'm glad you didn't," said Hank quietly, "but you've still given me a lot to think about. Let's go and order while I collect my thoughts."She smiled gratefully and they both moved over to look at the menu boards. Hank knew exactly what he wanted so did not have to waste thinking time on that and then he merely had to repeat Fiona's. One day I walked in and the normal older gentleman bartender is not there. I am startled by this young pretty girl serving beer. She knows her way around the bar so I assume she is the bartender’s daughter. Her name is Mia. She is 23 years old 5’3” tall. She has long dark brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. She has a gorgeous smile. It’s not busy and we get to talking about school and work and dating. She is single with no steady boyfriend. He dumped her to go with a.