She continued to compliment how I looked in the shorts saying that most men can't wear slim fit clothes but they were working on me because I have the...right body type. We talked more about underwear ("You could wear a thong bikini," she said at one point). At that point I thought I could feel some pre-cum between my cock-head and the shorts. I was so terribly turned on. Finally I went back in to change and left the curtain more open and she stood where she had been before - where she could see. Working forty hours a week at twelve bucks an hour doesn’t cut it, man. It really doesn’t. Oh, and I’ve got my fees at Carleton University to worry about. If everything goes right, I’ll have my degree in Law soon. That’s the potential silver lining underneath all the muck, you know? Part of what keeps me going. I am snapped out of my reverie by the buzzer. It’s the Shawarma delivery guy. I head downstairs, and see that it’s Khalid. A short, stocky, dark-skinned guy. He’s half Black and half. ”“I told you, I’m not sure. Have a good evening, I’ll be home before midnight most likely.”I headed out. It was about a 25-minute drive over to Keisha’s house which was in a nice middle class in a cul de sac. Walking up, I rang the doorbell, and it was only a short time till the door opened.Keisha was standing there in a short satin robe. It was short as hell, only about 2 inches from showing her pussy. The pink color was in stark contrast to her skin. I could only describe it as a really dark. . um," trying not to sound perplexed he continued, "What I mean is I'm alright," he finished giving her another weak smile.She quickly smirked at another female cashier across from her then totaled up his items. "That'll be eighteen twenty-five."Dustin fished his wallet out of his right pants pocket and pulled out an old wrinkled twenty from it and handed it to her. She gave him the correct change and a receipt. Lowering his eyes to not make eye contact he took them and the plastic bag holding.