? She stopped and sat down in the booth beside him. Doc took another look at her. She was about twenty, maybe older. With Asian women it was imposs...ble to tell. She might be twenty, she might be twenty five, hell, she might be sixteen. That thought scared him for a second. No, she had to be over eighteen to work in a bar. The government was strict about that at least. ?What is your name?? she asked. ?Doc. Doc Sagan.? He held out his hand. She took it and smiled up. For certain, I had four years to work on whether this Sam Kendall was going to try to re-experience Vietnam. Those thoughts processed, I drifted off quietly to sleep.-oOo-My first freight day at Nileson's had not gotten off to a good start. I woke up late, and had to beg Mom for a ride to work, or I would have been late. Because I was rushing, I forgot my baseball glove, and I had to miss a chance to get a little workout in with Mr. Greer. We had been doing that during breaks, and sometimes a. I pretended to look around the store, although really just scoping out this guy. I heard him talking to a lady shopping, he had no lisp which was exciting but a very soft spoken tone. His name tag said "Jayme", Jayme it is. At that moment I just stared at his pants wondering what he was wearing, what cock looked like and if he ever sucked dick, ya I know weird. I actually started feeling my own cock getting aroused. From a distance we looked saw each other, and s smile fired off in each othrrs. It had to be. But after about a minute, I felt it again, and slower. His finger ran slowly over my pussy lips and I stilled. "Dont stop, babe," he whispered in my ear. "Someone will see us," I whispered back.He inched my dress up a little and I gripped his wrists. "Let them see. I told you I wanted to make someone jealous." He bit down on my ear softly. He pushed his middle finger past my pussy lips and inside my wet pussy. I moaned and moved my hips again, pushing him deeper. If anyone was.