My eye was caught by the plastic bottles of Durex play lubricant they sold and for a second there I drifted back to a few weeks earlier, the sight of ...er slim well formed behind, the feeling of slowly sinking my finger into her tight pink asshole. "What are you thinking about?" Annette asked me, snapping me out my daydream, a roguish smile playing at the corner of her lips. "You". I tell her. "What about me?" She asked in reply, as she added "And be honest...". I didn't reply, in stead I just. It made me happy that I could make her feel this way. I started to invent reasons to go to see her. Complain that there was things that needed to be resolved with my bedsit. She was a very well to do woman in her 50's from a good family. Her house was next to my bedsit and it was huge. It would have been very easy to be intimidated by her.I came home from work and parked my car at the top of the drive as per usual, I made my way up the stairs to my bedsit, and opened the door. I was shocked to. His lips close to my neck, gentle kisses sending chills down my spine. He whispers in my ear we should go up to his room for another drink. I shake my head, finish my drink and slip off the high bar chair landing on my feet, finding his hand now inadvertently between my legs feeling the wetness of my lips. Grabbing my clutch we walked out of the bar area his arm around my waist, mine over his shoulder. I could see eyes following us out, I heard the catty comments. I must be a high class hooker. They had survived the voting to make it into the top twenty. The next week Brad sang Nickelback’s, ‘If Everyone Cared’ and Abby choice was Avril Lavigne’s, ‘Keep Holding On.’ Both were voted into the top sixteen and gained their own following of fans to cheer them on.Two nights before the final vote, “We’ve said goodbye to eight contestants and now begins the battle for those remaining to make it into the top ten. Hello, I’m Ben Mulroney ... and welcome to ... Canadian Idol!”Brad and Abby sat.