This was wonderful, I’m so glad you came over but no one can know about…”“I know, I know,” he interrupted, “Don’t worry. Why would I wan... to screw everything up?” He paused and asked, “You sick of me yet? Can I come back?”I kissed him hard. He’d said what I’d hoped he’d say, although I didn’t realize it until that moment.“Tomorrow night,” I said. “Seven o’clock. I’ll fix you a belated birthday dinner. You know where to park, and walk here and don’t let anybody see you. This door will be open.”. It is what this series of stories will be all about. I came to adulthood in the 1970s. I hitchhiked because otherwise I was going nowhere. I lived in a small, isolated town in an isolated state. There was no public transportation. If you didn’t have a car you were pretty much stuck. Fortunately you did have an alternative so hitchhikers were a common site on the roads in those days. We never heard about any killers or anything. However, you never knew who was going to stop (if anyone at all). " He tucked her breast back into her robe and patted it closed but when she started to cover her leg he stopped her. "A breast I can tolerate but I like looking at your legs far too much." You are so bad," she giggled and gave him a light kiss. Soon they heard the front door open and Tess yelling "Where is everyone?" In the kitchen, dear," Teresa called back.Tess ran in through the kitchen door talking a mile a minute. "Grandma, you should have seen them! They were so bright and loud..." She. She moved out the door straight to the lift, we were in lower floor of 50 story building, and doors were open with many people entering the lift making it quite a tight squeeze inside. Margorie placed herself facing me , bosom hard against my chest and her hands touching my sides. The lift commenced rising when I felt hands on my trouser front, rubbing checking feeling. My hands then stretched to her rear also in an investigatory manner. Then her hands had unzipped my fly and one hand was in my.