Janelle kisses me softly on the mouth. "Ce ne sont pas au bon endroit. Je me excuse."I don't know what just happened. I am sure I'm about to be esco...ted out of the store.Janelle dresses quickly, and asks me to zip up her dress. I do so silently. She checks herself in the mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, she turns to me."Téléphone." She holds out her hand. Unquestioningly, I hand her my phone. When she hands it back, her name and number are showing. "Je suis en ville jusqu'à. Olivia, do you really mean that!?!” “I certainly do,” she said while trying to regain her composure, “may I ask you a question, please?!?” “Sure,” he replied, “ask away!!!” “Has Adele ever put the head of your penis into her mouth,” Olivia questioned softly?!? “Oh, no,” he replied quickly, “I’d never ever ask her to do that, I’m sure she’d just laugh at me!!!” As their talk grew more. The dress slipping off her shoulders. I held it as she stepped out of her dress, then deftly tossed it to drape over the back of the chair. “I will hang that for you properly later. Just now, my hands are full!” I scooped her up this time with each of my hands cupping her corresponding bum cheeks. She was now clad in only the delicate lace green and red lace of her bra and knickers and the pair of thigh-high stockings I had bought her especially for this evening. Never forgetting the mistletoe. I met her on FB. She was a hot lady. She didn’t have kids. I added her as my friend after I saw mutual friends. She was a hot bomb. She accepted my request. Later we started talking. We both soon became friends. She used to tell abt her divorce. I used to console her. Then I used to crack dirty jokes. Then we exchanged numbers. She was alone at a flat in Bangalore. She had a job a teacher in nearby school. She used to tell me about the students there. They used to stare at her ass and her.