The back wall of the front counter is covered in old, dirty mirrors. The lights are dim and the floorboards are creaky. The aisles are stocked with fr...lly old lace things, heavily-used suits from decades forgotten, and masks. You're fucked. You look around for a mask, since a petticoat-corset-tophat-monocle combo isn't gonna work with your jeans.You see the cashier eyeing you eyeing all the junk hanging up in The Closet. You see your unadorned, regular self in the dozens of tarnished old. I sat down as asked and began to cut the leaves into the ceramic bowl. She took another sip of her drink and then squatted down next to me and manoeuvred herself between my legs. When she looked up at me my erection was brushing against her breasts. She smiled.“Just keep working, and enjoy.” With that, she lowered her face and took my rigid cock in her mouth. It was so swollen that the shiny purple knob was already exposed and she began to slowly lick all around it sending waves of pleasure. Mandy was a high school senior and she'd been a virgin up until about four months earlier when she'd finally had her first lover and lost her virginity on her very first date. Mandy was a very popular girl in the school but her only problem with getting dates and becoming sexually active had been that she was a "big girl". Mandy was a solid D-cup in bras and although she'd probably say she was fat, she was really just a big girl, a very busty young woman with a body that had lots of sexy curves. Our families and some coworkers were in attendance.Three months later, we were going out to eat when Ellen handed me a small remote control just like the one Angie had.I said, “Jesus, Ellen, not you too.”She said, “Who do you think gave Angie the one she’s got?”Well, that night, Ellen was exhausted by the time we got home, not to mention pregnant. I’m not sure if I knocked her up in the back seat of my SUV or on her desk in her office at lunch that day. Not exactly sure when it happened. Really.