It was a fair cop! So here I am. Outside your door. A man with absolutely no plan at all. Cup of sugar? Too obvious. A teabag? Too easily misconstrued... given modern street parlance. Fuck. I am 18 inches from your door and I still don’t know what to say. Should I be straight? Let’s try that: “Danielle, I really fancy you. Would you like to have coffee with me sometime?” Yes, that’s it! I’ve wanted to knock so many times, but simply bottled out. Coffee? What am I thinking, for goodness sake? No.. While looking into her sons eyes, she pushed then down and stepped out of her undergarments quickly.Then still holding her skirt up to her waist, her hairy sex visible to her son's lecherous eyes, "Where do you want me dear?" She smiled seductively.Handing her the vial, "Here mom. Go upstairs and get ready for me." She quickly grabbed the small vial and then nodded happily at her son before rushing out of his lab and up the stairs. David felt his hardened cock press painfully against his jeans,. Not being familiar with cars, he staredblankly at the engine for a few moments before he closed the hoodfeeling like a helpless damsel.George stepped back into the car and pushed the ignition button but itwould not start. George reached for his cell phone to call the rentalcompany and saw no bars. He kept pressing buttons, but he keptreceiving no service."Where am I? French Polynesia?" George replied cursing his luck.'Jesus Christ, what a place to get stuck', George thought as he sawcars. It was funny since it was the most obvious question for either of us to follow up on yet it was avoided. I wondered if she would allow it to hang in the air festering until she blurted out what I longed to hear. Instead she unexpectedly stood to go into the kitchen leaving me to linger in doubt. I followed her into the kitchen sitting at the table as she began to prepare dinner. Letting her know I was still in her midst, I started drumming my fingers on the table, like my mom does when she.