. this just doesn't make any sense!" He thought for a moment. "Could I ask you what Mr. Niteglo does here?" Well, I'm not exactly sure. I guess he's s...me kind of inventor. Told me he was working on making the world's most comfortable woman's shoe. Today he had a bunch of women in her to audition for modeling jobs. He left just a few minutes before you got here, carrying the bottom half of a mannequin." Can I see where he makes these shoes?" Jay asked. He wasn't sure why, but he hoped this might. I tried to jerk away from him but he was too strong for me."He started ripping at my clothes — he tore off my blouse and bra and slapped me, hard, when I tried to push him away. He was trying to get my skirt off and I was able to grab the bottle and hit him hard on the back of his head."He fell to the floor, almost unconscious. What I should have done was call the MPs at once. What I did was drag his sorry ass out my front door — I was always fairly strong — and locked the door. I sat there. She shook her head as if to clear her mind. Finally, she recovered enough to say, “Let’s eat. Then we can talk about it.”We ate, made small talk. The wine paired very well with the meat sauce. Go figure, an Italian wine going well with Italian food. We talked about work. Her dog came in and bayed at me the way only a Bassett hound can. Then the meal was nearly done, the wine nearly gone.“So,” I began, “what did you mean about it being hot?”She blushed. “I once caught a boyfriend doing. It was then that I realized I had become somewhat aroused. My pants were starting to get a bit tight. I looked around quickly and everyone was just in that zombie stare riders get or engrossed in their newspaper or paperbacks. So I was relieved that no one saw the bulge my trousers were showing.As the bus took off, the driver was a bit in a hurry I guess because this time she was forced back into me. Only instead of righting herself back up quickly, she pressed her sweet ass into my groin and.