He told me he wanted to see if I would check him out with each pass....and he caught me a lot. One night he sat in his bed and tired to think of a way...to convince me to help him out. He thought up the truth or dare game... he would play the game normally and wait for the right time to ask me whether I check him out when he is naked. I was pretty shocked he was so detailed with his planning.He went on to explain that he has been craving a bj for a long time and he felt that he could trust me.... We both stayed quiet for a bit not uttering a single word. A few cars that drove by once in a while would break the silence. I was standing right in front of him outside his auto while he was facing me on the seat. He broke the silence and said “well there is one thing you could do”, and he tried to put a hand on my left boob. He barely got a grip before I smacked his hand in disgust and stood back a little bit staring at him in bewilderment.I considered running away and even calling the police. I sat down and refused Heath's offer of a drink. Next he offered a smoke, and when I turned that down he lit up a cigarette for himself. Then he asked if I wanted to try some of his prescribed medication, all the 'stuff', he said, his minders would let him have these days, although one of his 'tabs' could, he promised, give me a bit of a buzz.'Thanks, but I'm fine, really.''Suit yourself. What d'you want to do then? Go through some of our old photographs?''Yes, that would be great.'He pulled. It was, quite literally, a sultry French maid outfit! Her face was soon matching her hair in colour. This had to be a joke right? Bending over to reach her jeans still laying on the floor she grabbed her phone and quickly unlocked it and scrolled through the contacts, found the name she needed and pressed dial before putting it to her ear and listening to the dial tone then allowed the phone to ring. There was a click as it was answered, a painful groan and then a croaky voice spoke ‘Hello?’.