“No. None at all. Is what I’m wearing okay? Should I have put on a tie?”“No, you’re fine,” Constance said.“So, Arthur -- where’s home?...��“New York -- Brooklyn to be precise. I have a townhome in the DUMBO section.”“DUMBO?” Adam asked.“It stands for Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass,” Constance explained.“What brings you here?” Adam asked.“Frankly -- to woo Constance.”“Kara said you two met on-line.”“Yes,” Constance said, “we were members of a dating site for seniors.”“I saw Constance’s. After that, I could feel no more motion on my body, but I could hear the stick slapping the table with some more of the sticky goo. I giggled as I could feel some kind of granular stuff being sprinkled over my body, like someone was covering me with sand at the beach. After the sprinkling stopped, I heard what sounded like a tiny door creaking open. Then there was silence for several minutes. I really didn’t know what to make of it, and Uncle Clyde wasn’t talking. It wasn’t until later that I. So, with that,” she said, stopping to give them each a hug, “I’m off to do some sort of interview, I guess.”She took a few steps but then turned around. “Oh, come by the tour bus tonight when you’re all done. A few of us will be kickin’ back and chillin’ out before all the hoopla tomorrow.”They both nodded their assent and about that time the main video guy, Aaron, swooped in and steered her in the direction of his crew. Seeing them, reminded Josie that the band still had yet to do their. They weren't great, but good enough that you could tell it was Lonnie and I making out in my car. I was kissing her in most of them. Squeezing her smallish breasts through her dress, both of us smiling and I remembered that day so clearly. Meeting the girl like we'd arranged, not going anywhere, but just sitting in my car, parked in that big anonymous lot. She'd gone to the mall with some friends and ditched them, just for half an hour with me, and I'd fucked her right there on my lap and given.