Sarah ordered a cold garden salad with chunks of fried chicken.I hate ‘fru fru’ food, but it did look good. I had a sirloin strip, baked potato, w...th iced tea. Mine was good. The dinner conversation mostly dealt with her job, and my lack of one.The apartments were full, and I was happy to see that of course. It had seniors from all over the three county area. There was enough income from the apartment, and the small amount of landscape work I did, to pay the bills and even put some away for a. That night Mr. Linx took her to a political dinner function. He introduced her to many of his friends and was told how pretty and sexy she was. They told Mr. Linx he was a lucky guy to have this young gal his for the night. They also could not take their eyes off the big tits on this small girl. When the dinner was over he told her he had a room for them in the hotel and when they got there a bottle of champagne was waiting for them in the pail of ice with two chilled glasses. It was a. Their car was near the back of the lot and was a nice custom van with windows on the side and rear door. One opened the rear door and they got inside There was bench seat and two chairs in the back but they all sat of the bench seat. I did sneak around and could peer inside the rear window without being seen. One guy put some music on the stereo and the other pulled out some weed and lit a bowl up for their use. Each of them smoked it in deep and settled back in the seat to enjoy the effects.. ”“Me, too,” he said. “I never knew being bad could be so much fun.”He then rolled off of me and onto his side and turned me so that we were spooning. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I loved the warmth of his body and his arms, embracing me. We lay like that on the couch, wallowing in the warmth of our bodies.“So mister, what are you going to do? Go home to your responsibilities, or stay with me and be bad?”“Are you giving me an offer I can’t refuse?” he asked.“Yes,” I said,.