That had never gone anywhere near reality, and we knew it never would. Or so I thought.After she had been working there several months, she began tell...ng me how Stan had begun flirting with her. He acted like it was just a kind of fatherly affection, but she felt like he was using that to disguise his interest in her. But, at the same time, she would always scold me when would I tease her, saying, “He is just an old, harmless guy.” To which I would tell her, that given the opportunity, this. " Jordan knows we're here, that's what the rush is. As long as we weren't bothering him, we were safe enough, but now he knows we're after him. Besides, he'll be wild to get his records back. They can hang him if they get into the wrong hands. He knows where this place is, and he can reach it any time he wants to. The only thing I can't figure, is why he hasn't already landed on our necks." Maybe he can't reach this place from his real base," Rowlf suggested. "Maybe he can only reach here from. She then walked to her driver's side door, blew me a kiss, flashed that brilliant smile of hers one last time and drove away, into the night, leaving me alone in the beam of my own van's headlights. I was still trying to process the amazing vent that had just happened! I can't count how many times I've fantasied and jacked myself off while watching that stylish, exotic babe reading the news each night! I couldn't believe how much my luck changed that night! When I regained my senses, I looked. Stephanie and Ronald were apparently regular customers. They'd never seen Charlotte before though."That was somewhat embarrassing," I said to her as the maitre d' finally escorted us to our table."Trust me. He's way more embarrassed than us now," she whispered back.Sure enough the poor bugger was fawning and fussing over us like we were the king and queen of France or something. He sat us in a quiet corner, next to a gilded sculpture of cupid. There was a bubbling fountain at his feet and it.