Babs went to chat to her brother andpromised to bring some chips back.As I stood outside I was aware of the coolness of the evening on my legsand cree...ing up my skirt. The feeling was intoxicating. Babs came outofthe house; put her arm through mine and we were off. I must admit I gota real buzz from it. As we walked along chatting I hardly cared how Ilooked. The chilly autumn air kept reminding me of my exposed legs. Theskirt flipped up a bit but the coat that Babs had cleverly given me keptit. They say she is a lot better but they want her all the way back to the old Lorrie," she said."It's going to take more than one social outing to do that but it may be a good start" I said. "I'm going to order her flowers from Island Flowers to be delivered at 2 before we get our hair done. I want to see her face when she gets them," That's the flower shop that has the great looking guys do the deliveries. The girls were making comments about them the other day when we were window shopping there.. Believe me, they won’t be back for an hour at the earliest.”I was left without a reasonable defense. I did not need one to simply walk out the door but there was a deep-seated need to remain in the room and see where this would go. I hated myself for not walking out and be unaffected by his proposition. My face was burning hot as a slowly walked back to catch a fleeting glimpse of his menacing cock before I made one last attempt to leave. This time, Bradley grabbed my wrist with heart stopping. Before I made that decision though I saw half a dozen or so 30-something women waltz into the bar.Including my step-daughter Becky.She spotted me to and came running over,“If it isn’t my favourite step-daddy.”I smiled, wryly, if Becky called me that it meant only one thing, she needed something, and that was likely to be money. Not that I minded, now she was a single mum of two and struggled to manage financially sometimes. Though even when she was 15, when I met her mother, she always managed.