I had parked directly in front of the store, where it was well lit, just in case he was actually a psycho bent on doing harm. Thankfully he was not. ...e got into my car, after going into the store. We sat and talked about nothing in particular. He complimented my nails, and my eyes. I was nervous and I suppose he was trying to set me at ease. I was unsure of myself but with every word he spoke I felt my confidence return. When he finally caught my gaze he told me that he wondered what I kissed. The chick that does your lady's nails and hair likely buys her car from guys like Happy. So do most the check out clerks you deal with every day. Do you really think a working class gal fresh out of high school, working as office help for ten bucks an hour and trying to get through night school is driving a car financed through GMAC? Then there's all those strippers and professional barflies – they always have cash or something to offer in a co-measurable service. “Nobody Walks!” was. 'Yes.' was all I could think of to type and gave him a 'thumbs up'.'Your turn.... now show me your tits so I can jerk off.' This was all new to me and I wasn't thinking straight anymore. The thrill of chatting and flirting with an electronic stranger had made me even hornier than usual. Without a seconds' thought I pulled the cami-top of my pyjamas over my head leaving me in a revealing lacy white bra and pyjama bottoms. 'MMMMMMM...they look nice....squeeze them for me.' Flyboy typed. As if. Does that sound sensible?" It sure does. Lucky you! I've seen so many of my friends transform from lovely women into mousy mommas, and most of them never go back, even when the kids move out." I do think Mary is on the move. We'll se. Give her some time." I wish I could inspire Claus to give me an Alfa Romeo." Talking of Claus. How did he react to your shaved pussy?" Very enthusiastically, thank you. He's convinced I did it for him." Then you'll have no trouble about our date for tomorrow? That.