My name Buck. What's yours?" I said. She smiled. "Mrs. Kayla Swanson...It's nice to meet you Buck. Do you usually buy married women drinks?" she s...id. I smiled. "Only the cute ones." I said. She blushed.. "Such a young gentleman. How's your night going?" said Kayla. "Better know.. How’s your night going?" I said. She giggled. "Good.. My husband and I just came from our daughters 21st birthday. We drive by this place all the time. I always wanted to come in here. Plus I wanted. He asked me to come to a bank where he would be coming with his wife. He instructed me not directly meet them but just see each other. On the given time i reached the place. He messaged me giving details as to how to identify him and his wife. I was standing outside the bank and the couple reached in their car and i identified them. I identified them. The man too noticed me. I saw his wife. She was a real beauty, may be in her 40s, but a sexy woman. Looking at her i got a bulge in my jeans.. "I was concerned, sir, that there seemed no defense against... certain encounters ... should they occur. I and a ... good friend, a very good friend from your world ... we, uh, we consulted together, sir. We arranged for a bit of research in a ... ummm... remote laboratory ... and we came up with a prototype, sir. After that, it was easy to have a few made. We didn't wish to intrude on your busy schedule, sir ... seeing as how you've got the world to deal with ... so Michael agreed,. As she walked towards me, I started mentally sizing her up. Five-eight, five-nine. A buck fifty, if that. Long dark brown hair that goes down to her nipples. C-cup or a small D-cup. All I knew was that, at six foot two and two hundred eighty pounds, I was huge compared to her. “There’s a table this way if you want one,” she said to me with the sweetest, sexiest voice I’d ever heard. As I sat down, she told me her name was Stella. I ordered a Budweiser, a bacon cheeseburger, and some fries. I.