I walked out with my wallet purse that I had been carrying along with my small case and my go-cup for coffee.The driver loaded my case in the back whi...e I got in the backseat area to find the others as I had expected. I was the only one with coffee. There were sausage biscuits on a platter for anyone. I reached over and grabbed two to start. There were small paper plates and I used one. I saw squeeze bottles for mustard and other things. I used the mustard. I didn’t really care what the other. Never before had I been taken to such ecstasy, never before had somebody care about my sexual needs and here was Renaud caring for my absolute pleasure.What struck me most about the situation was that here was a successful businessman wanting me, a lowly waitress with little life experience. This was no plumber or another employee….this was a boss….someone of substance and standing. It was a huge climb up my social ladder for me and I couldn’t believe it was happening. Someone who until then I. But Sam had a beard. He chopped it shorter sometimes; he’d chopped it shorter for this drive, which was one reason she was so certain about the kiss. It was a very full beard, though. When Father had grown a beard, a Lincolnesque goatee, his kisses on her forehead had become scratchy, and she’d had to shut her eyes. Almost all men had beards, now, even some of the younger freedmen. Tommy, the boy she had allowed three kisses had barely begun his beard before he’d marched off, and the last kiss. She had enough time to browse at least.She was going to put her panties on but thought that since her skirt was long no one would notice anyway. She opened her door and stepped outside. As she walked through the door she saw an older guy at the register and a few guys milling around, she blushed and walked past with her head down. "Hi" said the man at the register "Can I help you." "Tammy lifted her head a little to look at him "Thank you but just browsing." she said with a laugh. She walked.