. well... Either way, last night feels like a gift from God,allowing us to be together and, I guess, say 'goodbye.' one lasttime. The car comes up and...I tip the valet well. Getting in, Ihear a chirp from the glove box that indicates messages on mycell phone. I pull over, unlock it, and retrieve my phone.Getting back on the road, I pick up the messages. There's one. First message. Sunday, 700:am. Doug, it's David. I called the house late last night; and got your machine. Disregard that message,. I froze and did not say a word. Then she jumped up and poked her head around the corner and saw me standing on the stairs with my rock hard cock sticking out of my pants. “Ew John, were you watching us?” she asked. “Uh, yeah sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” I responded. “Well, did you enjoy it?” she asked.“I mean, you’re really attractive Mary so yes. But I....” She cut me off. “Did you cum too?”“No I was about to go take care of that,” I explained. “Let me,” she replied brazenly. At that, she. " Is that what just happened here? Was this 'the reveal'? Am I the encounter?"Melissa just smiled."But how did you pull that off? How did you know where... ?" Mr. Larson, we are very good at what we do, and we do a great many things. This encounter was barely a challenge, once I knew your name. All I had to do was get you to come to Chicago this weekend, and the rest, well let's leave it at that, shall we?"By this time, the activity level in the bar was such that conversation was difficult.. “I am!” she said, rather matter of factly. “Does that bother you?” “No. No,” I said, trying to hide the little smile forming on my face. “Would you join me and another woman if you were asked?” “Yes,” I indicated, again trying to hide my delight and keep a straight face. This was unbelievable. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Other than my embarrassment at my own obvious lack of experience, I was excited. A young, attractive lady was interested in having sex with me, and we had weeks.