His friendliness and dependability had built a faithful repeat clientele who asked for him by name and tipped well. Every Wednesday, the last call of ...he day always was a grocery order from the same woman, Mrs. Gamble. Ron liked Mrs. Gamble, she lived alone and he suspected she always scheduled him last so he could stay and talk. But he didn't mind, so he always did. This week, after his talk with carol, he was more observant than usual. He realized that probably one reason he liked her is that. I stood up and held her chair. ‘Jill? Wow, you clean up well!’ ‘Thanks. I really wasn’t at my best the other day.’ ‘No surprise given the kind of day you were having. How are your hands?’ ‘No problems, just waiting for them to heal.’ She showed me her palms, which did look better. Graceful gold watch, no hint of a ring- this was looking better all the time. ‘What did you say you were? A Devil Dog?’ ‘No, a Devil Dog is a Marine. I was a Devil Doc- a Navy corpsman attached to a Marine unit. That. When she came out of the closet, she was fully dressed. I, meanwhile, was incredibly aroused, and looking forward to seeing more of her.I got my chance a few days later, when she came back from shopping around 5pm. With her shades up and her lights on, she stripped down to her thong and revealed those perky little titties. Fixated, I watched as, to my utmost delight, she began trying on bras that she had just purchased. Her tits were bare and then exposed and then bare again for a good ten. Women found him a consummate and considerate sexual partner butnever a lover. The perfect gentleman he never made promises he didn'tkeep and never bragged about his liasons. The women talked about himthough and his apparent disinterest in a long-term relationship didn'tstop them from trying. Each was sure that she would be the one to turnhis head AND his heart.A marine biologist by trade, he also loved his work. At the moment itinvolved the eating habits of the great white. He often went down.