"Go bring them up, use the elevator if they are that old. You can stay in here with us if you want to see an old fashion gangster shoot out, I have my...piece in the drawer," I said laughingly as I called Lorrie, Marcy and Jenny to my office.Kristina held the door for the two gentlemen. She was right about old - they both had to be in their eighties. She was also right about the briefcase; I had only seen one like that and it was in the silent movies.Kristina first introduced Lorrie, Jenny, Marcy. I went to the bar one evening & visited with some male friends, none of them had ever appealed to me. We lived in a very small town where everyone knows each other. Aside from the bartender, I was the only woman in the place. James came into the bar and started visiting with my friends. He worked in town and lived in another town. I was immediately attracted to him. I had never seen him before. We made eye contact and soon he was next to me at the bar. We all began drinking shots. I. Rob started stuttering, not really knowing what to say and then plucked up courage to say, 'it's your lips, they are really kissable'.'Robert do you mean to say that you want to kiss me, someone who is old enough to he your mother. Do you kiss your mother on the lips', she asked.'Of course not but I just love the look of your bright red lips and would like to kiss them,' he replied.'To tell you the truth I really like wearing this lipstick as I notice other men looking at me. Mr Barratt doesn't. Just jeans with the button unsnapped, letting me see that he wore no underpants. I realize that he's done the same thing dozens of times before but this was the first time I noticed how sexy he looked. He was only seven years older than me and was very much in shape.My blush deepened when our eyes met. I looked down to my cereal suddenly not hungry, my stomach doing flip flops. "Morning Darius," I said quietly.He walked up behind me and put his hands on the back of my chair. "Good morning," he.