.. he’s my driver and partner in crime ... and he has my clothes.”“Surprise?” Junior looked up from the delicate chore of refolding the goat s...in pilots license. “Your clothes are in that Van?”At the nod... “I AM glad I brought the Goose. She’ll haul ‘em. I think.”“Junior ... Charles. Charles ... Junior. Charles ... clothes ... in that.” I gestured at the Goose.At the Pub after ... Charles said, “She shook my hand ... the Princess ... she shook my hand ... like I was people. I may never wash it. What drove Xavier mad was how Lorna could not get it into her head that his company was not interested in endorsing any of her second rate products. Every time he sent her away unsuccessful and yet without fail she was back a few weeks later with another pink elephant to push. Xavier had tried to maintain a cool persona and treat her with a modicum of decorum but this had been going on for two years without a break and it was getting ridiculous.Recently she had even started to accuse Xavier of. As there had for as long as anyone could remember. The owner was the sixth generation of his family to run the café, and the fifth to no longer question how she was there every morning before they opened and remained there every night when they locked up and went home. He presumed that she had to get up and use the washroom at some point and that she couldn’t possibly wait there overnight for him to open each day but was never able to find the time to intently watch her and find out.The Yia-Yia. “Ohhhhhh fuck baby… fuck you’re so big!” Wailed Mrs Weir as she obediently rolled onto her sweating back and presented her eager body to his glowing eyes.To Alex, she wasn’t much to look at. A bit flabby at the stomach, sagging breasts that looked to be a D cup but a wide set of hips that gave her the peachy ass of a girl half her age. Her backside was the best part of her body and she knew it as much as Alex. The way she wore tight leggings and no thong while she bent down, sticking it out,.