There was a strap-on hanging off the bedpost and I stopped in my tracks when I saw it. “That’s not for you. I had a fifty-year-old on her hands an... knees here last night. It was for her. She’s wanted to ret women for ages so I decided to oblige.” If she was hoping to shock me she succeeded. “I told you, I don’t do romance, just hedonism. If you don’t like it, it’s fine. We’ll part company now.” She kissed me and any doubts I’d had evaporated. She stood behind me, her chin on my shoulder, her. Maybe I was expecting a pretty receptionist but I certainly wasn’t expecting an old man well into his 70’s dressed in a button up white coat and from what I could make out, not much else.“Hello, I’m Dr Goodwin, I am a doctor you know” he said very professionally while looking me up and down, “You must be Jerry” he said inviting me in.The doctor was about 6 foot but quite slim and was quite good looking in a funny sort of way, his silver hair suited his facial features but it was that fact he. ”“I hear you. I got lucky. A friend of my mom was willing to sell it first hand. My dad payed half of it, but it's written in my name.”“Wait, so you own your own apartment? No rent?”“So 'tis, friend.” “Damn, I think you're winning.”We arrived at the second hand store on Levitt street about twenty-five minutes after we'd left the café. It was located in a basement, with old clothes hanging on racks everywhere. Along the walls were boxed of old DVDs and even VHS tapes. We browsed the place,. She was in churidhar and top which didn’t have shawl. She was looking stunning and her boobs were very big. I was looking at her boobs and she had a smile on her face. She asked whether I like it, I replied perfect. She went to kitchen and brought me juices. We sat both on the sofa opposite to each other. She was looking at my arms and chest. Finally she looked at the bulge in my jeans and laughed. I asked why she is laughing; she pointed her fingers to my jeans. I said I can’t control myself.