He recovered quickly though: “There's the old hay barn round the back of the farmhouse; that's dry and comfortable. We could go there.”“I look f...rward to it,” I said. Hastily putting my bra and t-shirt back on I turned and left him standing there, with his erection straining hard against his jeans – it looked quite painful!! “See you later, Tony,” I said, blowing him a kiss.When I got back to my room, I told Tessa all about it, and she asked if she could come along with me later. I thought that. I'd picked it more or less out of a hat. I had to get out of the D.C. area, and I preferred mild winters to cold ones so that dictated south. I didn't want a big city but not the country, either; I'd never visited Charleston so they had no reason to look for me there especially; and what I'd read of the town said it was charming. So Charleston it would be, for now anyway.It was a long, mostly boring drive. I wanted to do the whole thing in one day, but I needed to keep fairly close to the speed. I drove to his apartment. Parked in a parking spot and waited. Making sure it didn't look like a trap. I saw nothing to make me worry so I went up to his door, apartment 34, and knocked. He answered pretty quickly. He was a little shorter and a little stockier. Maybe 6 foot tall to my 6 foot 2. 230 lbs. to my 210. But that didn't matter. I went in.His living room had boxes in it and furniture that was placed around. Probably not in the positions they would end up being in. I told him I wasn't. " Now get me my food.Damn, he was demanding. Defiantly the Alpha Male type. Quite the opposite of me. I got up, walked into the kitchen, grabbed the pizza and salad, two plates and some utensils then headed back to the main room. Something was different though. There were three pairs of high heels next to the pillow. All the same color. Pink. He cracked open a new beer. "What size shoe do you wear?" I, well." I was so confused."Size 8, right?" Size seven actually but I . . ." The pair in the.