"Would you be terribly offended if I asked you to have dinner with me?" he asked. "Not at all," she whispered as she slowly inhaled the acrid smoke. "...y name is Roger." He told her as he dropped the lighter into his pocket. "Catherine" she breathed. "I'm very pleased to meet you Catherine" he said trying to smooth the waver in his voice. "As am I Roger." Her voice was soft and melodic like wind chimes. They turned slowly and strolled up the mall towards the towering hotel at the end. "Where are. I figured she must be my new upstairs neighbor so I just had to introduce myself and headed her way. A/C still in tow. She stood up and turned my way as I said hello. She introduced herself as Sarah. I'd say she was about 25 years old. Her thin frame flaunted her perky B-Cup breasts under her white t-shirt. We stammered through some small talk before she mentioned she had moved in with her boyfriend. "Well, nice to meet you!" I said. "I should get this thing upstairs." She smiled and replied.. Only, he refused to work on my car because it was a Pontiac and not an Oldsmobile. What’s the difference? They are both GM A cars. Then, there in the corner of his totally clean, eat off the floor garage, was a Malibu belonging to one of his monied customers. What the Hell is that? Malibu’s, Cutlasses, and Regals, all shared many of the same underpinnings as my Grand Am. I had convinced him to take me on as a customer, but only after I delivered my boss down to him with his Camaro, which is. By the time she turns onto her street, her pussy is soaking wet thinking about what Harold has in store for her this evening.---------------------------------As she pulls in the driveway Marilyn notices three unmarked construction vans parked in her cul-de-sac. She drives up and parks in front of the garage and just as she gets out of the car, four workmen come out of the front door carrying various tools and ladders and get into two of the vans and drive away. Thinking Harold probably got a.