Even her casual wear became more tailored and less flamboyant.After all, she did have an image to project.Time passed. The notorious F&S hatchet lady...was obviously not the mostdesirable of all dates, and after a while Alice understood that men wereavoiding her. She had stopped going to singles clubs anyway (there hadbeen a very unfortunate incident when she accidentally ran into somebodywhom she had fired the week before; only the timely intervention of oneof the bartenders prevented it from. “Everything works fine with it”? The buyer asked as he turned on the iPod and plugged his headphones into it. “Yup! It’s in good shape no problems what’s so ever” I replied. “Ok here’s fifty thanks a lot” He said as he handed me two twenty dollar bills and a ten folded up neatly. I stuck the money in my pocket and glanced up at a car pulling in parking two spaces down from where I was standing. It was a dark grey dodge stratus, the driver exited the car, and was a sexy light skin thick mature. She weighed about 7 stone and was, some might say ‘waify’? But she was happy with her shape, even though past boyfriends had sometimes joked that she needed a good meal inside her and that her breasts were too small!, Lisa was herself content with how she looked.On this particular night she was driving home after attending an interview for a job she didn’t really want as it was too far away from her home town and not really challenging enough for her but the upshot was the money and perks were. He looked at me and laughed. “Aww Claire!” He cooed, “Don’t you trust me?” I looked up into his swimming pool blue eyes searching for some sign. “Sure I do, it’s just not like you to be so upfront.” I muttered. All of a sudden we were outside by the parking lot. I had butterflies in my stomach. Maybe the rumours had all been true… What was I getting myself into? We reached the bike shed. It was unused and aging badly. “The bike sheds? Come on Scott, are you serious?” I joked. His hands grabbed.