Again she played the married lady on a date theme. “I don’t think I will be late tonight Baby. I am going with a guy who stops by the office once ... month or so, and he has been flirting and asking me out for the last six months. I’m not sure about him so I agreed to dinner. I’ll tell you how it goes when I get home. Do you think I look okay for him in this dress?” “He might ask you a second time seeing you wearing that. I better check and see if your lipstick is smeared when you get home.” “I. Well, I guess there’s a price for deception, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t help them if I can. I learned how to tie knots during my school holidays at Girl Scouts camp, and the wild antics in our dormitory at school put that knowledge to some practical use.“I can show you a few simple ties, if you like,” I reply. “But I work here and I need to get back to my desk. How about we go to the administration building where I work and we can practise in there?”Melody thanks me profusely, and even. And I like it. I watch you shift in your seat as I take the cherry from my drink and and put it to my lips, licking the whiskey that clings to it before popping it into my mouth, and I know I'm making you hard. I wonder to myself what your dick looks like, and realize how wet the thought of your erection is making me. I need some air. I slip out the back of the bar, but not before I look right into you. Out of the corner of my eye I see you get up, and I know it's on.I make it outside, but. Sated at last, we both basked in Rachel's flattery, praise from an expert has a certain extra something to it."Rachel, I would love to hear something from Connie Francis. Could you get your guitar and play for us?"As if I had to ask! We spent a marvelous time singing with Rachel, three ladies enjoying the perfect summer afternoon. In the silence after the latest song I heard the gate creak and the patter of fast running feet."Papa!" piped a small voice.In our whirl of planning I had completely.