He reached my table and let her leg brush along mine. I was staring into her eyes, but my peripheral vision picked up her dropping the napkin on the t...ble. She walked away.I picked up the napkin, hopping for a name and phone number, but got a bigger surprise. There was a note that said, "Feeling hot? I am. Once you are done your lunch, I will be in handicap washroom in north end of mall. Knock on door. We can have some fun."I dropped my soggy sandwich. Forget eating. I was ready to go.I walked. Her vest top showed off enough boob, her jeggings emphasised her arse just the way she wanted. Checking the time on her phone she realised he'd be there any second. They'd arranged this single meeting through messages on xhamster the week before. A relative stranger invited to pleasure themselves with her more than willing body in a public place. This was the sort of thrill that Amy hadn't managed to persuade her boyfriend to give her. Right on cue there was the prearranged knock so she didn't. “Yo, Bro,” Andy nodded at me.“Dude, are you going to Martin’s for the party he’s throwing this Saturday for Memorial Day weekend?” asked Josh with barely contained excitement.“Hanging to the right, Stew, always to the right. What party? I didn’t hear anything about a party at all. When did he decide this?” I quizzed.“He called me last night; he’s pretty stoked. His older brother Zeke is throwing a bash. He told him, and I quote, that ‘He could have his geeky friends there too if he wanted, as. I wasn't that much of a fan of them. I frowned. My phone said a new app had installed. Reality Editor. I frowned. “What's that?” I entered the house. “James, have you been messing with my phone again.”“No,” he said, his face buried in his own phone. All three of my children were staring at their phone. “Not since the last time you broke it.”“I didn't break it,” I muttered. Maybe it was a new service? Or one of those virus things. I frowned and hovered my fat thumb over the icon of a pencil or.