A tear in the fabric of this reality opened, small at first. He had discovered it and slowly clawed it open further, enough for him to slip through. T...e old yellow house was not far from The Thrifty Hog and Lauren’s house was not far from that. So it was by chance that she would be his next victim and it had been so long. In the shop he sat amongst the racks of clothes, watching. The woman who called herself “Amy” didn’t notice as he moved about. He found his way into the crack of the door, a. As we got back to my car, I said, ‘She was beautiful!!!’ He said, ‘Yeah, she was nice looking – but by the look on your face, you liked her more than I did. I also noticed you checking out another black woman in the restaurant’. As he said that, he started to smile even more. I said, ‘I’ll probably have fantasies about both of them for a while’. In the car – on the way to where I was dropping him off – he said, ‘You REALLY liked that last woman, didn’t you?’ I told him I was married and. Our occasional posing sessions without chaperones told me Mavis responded to me.I usually paid models $20 an hour for posing. It wasn’t much, but most of them did it to pick up an extra $50 or so on a weekend. They weren’t professionals. They were friends who posed for us. Among the seven of us, though, we simply posed for each other without charge. We’d all been subjects for Mavis’s portrait sessions. Annette and I had held a passionate kiss for an hour while Mavis took photos and Kendra. Steve, the sexy guy that seemed fond of my coffee machine, was back again, this time he stopped to talk to me. We exchanged, pleasantries, he was very flirtatious! He told me that some of the guys in the control room, (himself included) thought I was hot, then he disappointed me by telling me that tomorrow “Saturday” was his last day. He asked me, if I’d wear a short skirt for his last day, and although I normally, wore a suit and didn’t do short skirts, it was, the middle of summer, and.