“Ernie, I made an A!” She said excitedly. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. “Thank you, Ernie, I could not have done it withou... you.” She kissed my cheek, and I could my face warm up as I blushed. “You are so cute. What time do you get off?”“I-I get off at nine.” I stuttered. “I want to take you for a burger to show you how much I appreciate your help and I will not take no for an answer.” I nodded and smiled. She hugged me again and left. I went back to work and felt as if I. He’s in his 50s and if you remember from my last story, I’m 22 and I love older men. I have daddy issues :) He’s bald and big built with an aggressive nature, just how I like them.He comments on my tits almost straight away, nice at first, complimenting my figure, waiting for my reaction. When I respond with a dirty grin, he starts getting more explicit, which I love.But, he’s trapped behind the table and I’m hungry to play with a cock right now, so when I feel a hand on my ass and turn to see. Few people seemed to be around: some wizened women pushing trolleys, a few drunken old black men with bottles wrapped in brown paper. A dog barking. Laura, nervous, walked on, and on, and on, hoping to find a nice police officer to give her directions home. She turned a corner, into as it turned out an alleyway full of trashcans and discarded bottles, syringes and what looked like vomit against walls. Looking behind her again and again, feeling more and more nervous, she tried to ignore that. His friend did the same a few seconds later. She smiled. “Good. Don’t you feel a lot better? We can...”That was all she got out before the derringer popped out of his sleeve. Two shots rang out and he slumped to the table, lying over it slowly as a red stain covered the tablecloth. Only one was for him. She shot the other man as he grabbed for his pistol. “Oh dear. I’m sorry about the tablecloth, Ma’am. We’ll pay for it, I assure you.”Zeke, never the most tolerant of people, finally had enough..