He lay back on his bed and put his hand behind his head, watching Tracy work. There was that lovely rear again, he wanted to reach out and grab it. Sh... didn’t speak, clearly quite embarrassed to be there. To hell with it, he thought, I have no reason to be ashamed. “Did you like what you saw yesterday, then?” He smirked as Tracy stopped dead in her tracks. “What do you mean?” she asked without turning to face him, a slight tremor in her voice. “I know you were in here emptying my bin, and I. We got to his office and I could see his storage room door slightly open, and there was a roller way bed inside it. ‘Damn the girl was telling the truth,’ I said under my breath.I sat across from his desk as he fiddled around doing his coaching thing. We started to talk about sex and other shit. ‘Have you ever been with a Black guy before Becky?’ He said. ‘No but I want to.’ ‘Oh really, so do you have someone in mind?’ ‘Yes I do, I really want to get with you.’ ‘Is that so, well if we do get. She seemed to like that answer and she begin to laugh. Sometimes I think both she said. We talked more, people walking by, I’m sure wondering why this local lady was talking to this biker trash. She wanted to tell her story how she worked all her life to support her family and how her deadbeat husband treated her like crap. Finally I interrupted and asked how about that ride? Her answer was “In these clothes?” Hell any clothes I said, all you have to do is hold on. She agreed and said she. Until we had to go up some actual stairs (not escalators) and we'd run up the first lot to the half-way bit, and within about 7 or 8 steps suddenly I was rubbed right past that point of no return before I knew what was going on, and I got to the half way ledge and had to just hang onto the rail twitching as I came in my jeans in the middle of the mall lol.They asked what was wrong, I said these were the best jeans ever, I just came. It was embarrassing, but so funny at the same time. We walked.