Tomorrow night, baby!" Bobby shouted over the roar of his souped-up hot rod."First thing I'm doing when I win is to have those dopey flames painted ou...!" Betty called back. She glared at the bright yellow flames painted on the cowling of his engine. "Then I'll give that heap to my big brother for his birthday!" Drivers, get ready!" Peg yelled over the engines and the noise of the growing crowd. She raised a scarf high, and let it drop. The racers were off!Betty felt the blood pounding in her as. They walked north along the street and then turned along the street fronting the building. The first problem was evident. At night, the building's front was lit up with floodlights. It was very pretty, but not in any way secluded.During the day, the grounds were busy with tourists. The street in front had spots for horse and carriage tours. You couldn't walk five feet without seeing a busker or a street vendor.Now of course, they were the only people on the streets. The bars had all shut down. I wanted to talk about something else on the way home. I wanted to tell her about the meeting with Mr. Waite and being awarded the contract to dismantle one of the houses he had bought. Instead I had to tell about Sylvia being there when the telephone rang. Before I knew it I was not telling, I was explaining about how Jimmy and I had secured the front of a business with plywood where thieves had knocked out the glass. I was explaining how upset Rosita had been, how I had massaged her shoulders. She had long legs and broad hips, resulting in full broad buttocks that didn’t look it, relative to her height, but were a good handful and more. She was wearing a thong, but even though you get a great handful, I always feel cheated that a girl still has her pants on, so I decided to do something about it. Chasing my fingertips across her hips and pelvis, she started to wriggle and squirm, tickled by my fingers and teased from within. I brought my hand around the front and slid it down inside.