See you soon. Now hang up and drive!" She tried to make it sound like a joke, but she could tell from his reply that it didn't go over well. "Yes, dea...." The phone clicked and he was gone. She hated when he said that - like she was a nagging wife. Didn't he realize that she just cared and wanted him to be safe? She loved him very much. If there was just one thing she could fix about him it would be for him to be a better driver. He had a bit of a lead foot, and it made her nervous sometimes.. "Truth or dare?" This went on for a while. I can't remember all the questions in between. Many of them had to do with putting ourselves in awkward positions or saying embarrassing things to adults outside. At some point it was my turn, I said "Dare" She paused. "I dare you to show me your... boy thing," she said, obviously a little sheepish. I looked at her and smiled, then dropped my pants. The hormones had started in long before she had asked the question. Just being alone in a room with a. "Well ,come on in," he said, gesturing with one hand for her to come into the room, while his other hand remained on my shoulder. She strutted into the room with a slight bit of embarrassment on her face. She sat down on the cushioned chair I had placed just off to the side of the bed. "Sorry Mr. Knoth, but I've fantasized about you since I was a little girl, and well, given the current circumstance with my best friend here, I HAD to see what was up." Positioning her feet steady on the ground. ? Stacy was 40 something. Her body was great for forty.She wore nice looking black slacks with a very business like but tight white blouse.‘Hmm, Stacy, probably pretty hot in her day, little over the hill.’ ‘Stacked Stacy, pretty pert for forty’ Brooke smiled to herself. ?Stacked Stacy, nice ring to that.!?‘Wonder how many customers she’s fucked to get a sale’. Stacy opened the car door and bent over reaching in the car to put the key in the ignition and lower the widows. As she bent over.