"What are you doing here?" "Mum!" I replied, gently mocking her tone. "What are you doing?" Her face turned a bright red colour. "I...um... I didn't t...ink... I wasn't expecting you...." "You should be a lot more careful, Mum. Somebody could walk in and get excited by what you're doing... someone like me for instance." I walked up to the couch and placed a hand between her knees. Mum looked at me, her blushing face looked so cute. She parted her thighs automatically, causing the huge, phallus. I sighed with relief that we were still alive when we arrived.Cayenne stomped into the shop, with me trailing meekly behind. “Do you have my partner’s tuxedo ready for a final fitting?” she asked.When I caught up with her, I found that she’d addressed the question to the handsy assistant. He blanched when he saw me.“Perhaps you’d better fetch the manager,” I suggested to him.The assistant disappeared into the back room at a substantial rate of knots. Cayenne frowned at me. She seemed to be just. I was afraid that you and Grandma were going to be shot or even killed and I was even more scared that I’d make a wrong move that would cause you both to be in harm’s way.”“That wasn’t what I saw happening! My God, Eli, you went flying through the curtains into this back room, rolling and tumbling, and killing men left and right. I just knew you were going to be shot. Then when we thought it was all over, you jumped up and ran out the back door without telling us anything. That’s when Dal told. Somewhere between the “I’m looking for a husband” look and the “I want to be fucked again tonight” look. Something more akin to the “You might take advantage of me for this one occasion only” look. Some classy-looking skirt, that’s what I needed.I signaled the barmaid for another beer, and then looked at the women on the dance floor. Damn, I would have fucked just about any of them right now. But I had to respect my self-established criteria, and that tall blond with the heavenly breasts didn’t.