If you’re serious about this I will fuck you senseless as soon as you can leave the bar.” He held my gaze as I looked into his eyes, evaluating me...and appearing to consider my proposition. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m really not in to older women.” Older women! The anger flared up again. He was the one who started the flirtation, and then he has the nerve to call me “older”?! I had no idea how old he was, but definitely not that much younger that he should be considering me an “older woman.”. The first bar she’d gone to had been mostly empty, and so Carlotta had sat and chatted to the bartender. He was short, a little bit dumpy - basically the exact opposite of her type.But she’d reminded herself that tonight wasn’t about finding true love, and so she’d turned up the charm - the young chef had giggled at all his jokes, batted her eyelids, and after enough time had passed that she didn’t feel like a slut for doing so, asked him to join her out the back for a cigarette.Carlotta didn’t. . . . I appreciate you looking after my husband for me while I am away on business. . . . That is quite all right dear; I intend to keep him here with me until you return if you have no objection. . . . Gratitude, not objection, I must have you to lunch one day when I get home to thank you. I will be traveling frequently in my new job; I hope you don’t tire of Dan. . . . I doubt that I will tire of him soon. I look forward to spending time with him. . . . You. Rebecca then disappears into a doorway, some noise of rummaging around is heard, and then she reappears with the hose in her hands. Yasmine also notices that Rebecca has changed her attire into something else: she is dressed in a dark blue skirt that comes down about mid thigh, a blazer of the same colour, and she can definitely see hose with straps from a garter set. It is completed with the blue 3? high-heels that the brunette is wearing; she twirls around, smiling and asking Yasmine ?What do.