I had a nice young lady come into my shop this morning needing some work done on her car. me and my guys came to inspect, we went under the car from t...e front. she was standing close to the front bumper. after diagnosing the problem, i moved and tried to get up, but, she was standing right in front of me.she was wearing a short denim mini skirt, a white shirt and white bra. about a 34b cup bra, and flip flops. she had sexy feet. so, i was getting up, not concentrating on what i was doing as i. Ways I can engage myself into a conversation with him without looking desperate. Training class dragged on for another 2 hours and we came to the best part…eating. Being new servers we get to try the entrée’s to see what they’re like. As the GM begins to go over the food set before us, she get’s called away and asks Paris to come over to finish describing the food. As he goes through the ingredients of Eggs Benedicto, I can’t help but stare. He is so sexy. Paris Mitchell is 5”8, African-. I felt the quick touch of my cock and then you moved off. I held the seat upright and ran next to you until satisfied that you were moving steadily I released the seat. The bicycle moved unsteadily at first and then with sureness and faster. How quickly you sped onwards and you circled me. I watched your athletic legs pump on the pedals and your body lay over the handlebars. There was a slight scream and you fell onto the soft grass. I rushed to your side and raised you brushing off the grass. I felt bad for the guy."They each have a gun. Looks like silencers," Arti said. I didn't think this was the right time to point out that there's no such thing as a silencer. Noise suppressor, or just suppressor was the right term.When they got within my target range, I focused on one of them. POP. My gun went off through the open window. One of them was down, and I was shifting my target to number two. The FBI man heard my target fall heavily to the ground, and stood up. The number two target.