But in the early 1990s the goth clientele was still mostly younger people with smaller pocketbooks. Kimberly half wondered if she should tell Beverly ...bout a potential new source of bankrupt stock to buy up. Kimberly was the only customer and the shop manager was only too glad to help her plan her new look. Skirts and blouses piled up on the counter. There was silk and Jacquard lace and velvets. Most of the clothes were black with a scattering of white and a few deep reds, blues and purples.. My cock just soared and I grasped her around the waist, pulled her tight and kissed her hard.She returned it, grinding her pussy against my hard cock, tonguing me and ruffling my short blonde hair. Fuck, I was horny. My hands slipped lower, grabbed her tight ass and squeezed hard. After twenty seconds of grinding and moaning, she put a hand on my chest and gently pushed us apart an inch or two and gave me that sweet little smile. I could smell the expensive bourbon she’d been drinking on her. From the foyer, it was a short distance to my bedroom, but I decided to peek in the living room in case my dad was there reading or whatnot. He wasn't. Rather, a strange woman was. She was seated on the couch with her back to me engrossed in a magazine of some kind. Talk about a surreal moment, I felt as if I had just entered the "Twilight Zone." Excuse me, madam," I said in my best neutral tone while trying to conceal surprise and curiosity. "I'm Rob. Is dad home?"She replied. How like a flower bud she’d slowly, inch-by-inch opened herself up to me as we chatted, her reticence from her recent heart-break gradually inching back as she warmed to another human. Something she didn’t find so easy, still hurting and wounded from Callan’s betrayal of her love. How I’d even on that first meeting sensed she was someone very special. Someone I wanted to know better. Someone, even then I thought had a wonderful mix of qualities, even though she was trying her best to stay.