"Yeah," I said.Her skin was smooth as silk with gentle rounded curves. True she wasn't big and busty but then I don't like my women like that. She was...slender with great long legs that looked just great in her shorts."So why did you decide to stay?" he asked.Why did we indeed?"It was perfect there," I said, "the place was empty and that's what we wanted, a chance to be alone together." It didn't stay like that did it?" he said.No, it fucking didn't, I thought."No, it didn't," I said."So what. As they pulled up outside Stan turned to her and looked at her tear stained face."I may be out of order here, and I know it ain't my place but well Mike, I mean Mr de Pre, is not a bad man. I do know he would want you to have this." And he held out the velvet case."Stan, that watch probably cost more than I earn in a month!" she said shaking her head."But I am not something to be bought and sold, whatever he thinks!"With that she opened the car door and strode towards the sanctuary of her own. I walked in, closing the door behind me and told him his taxi was here, and it was time to say goodbye. He opened his arms and told me to give him a hug, said it had been lovely working with me. I moved in to hug him, a normal kind of manly hug, but the hug lasted a little too long, I didn’t break it and neither did he. I could feel his hand stroking my back and I leaned back, looking him in the eye. Then I just leant in and kissed him on the lips, I couldn’t believe I was doing it but he. I smiled as I observed at least three men watching you, trying to make eye contact.Instead, you noticed me.There should be no reason for it. My outfit was nothing to write home about; a black tank top over a pair of red shorts, and scuffed tennies. I had to admit, the shorts did showcase the tan of my legs. I had just recently gotten back from Florida. Every activity there is outside, except for some things. Those were the kind of things I was thinking about as I watched you cross the glossy.