.. I promise I'll behave... I just want to go somewhere... anywhere... its doesn't matter... I haven't been out in a long time... Please... Please can...I go with you.?"I could here the excitement in her voice. I don't know what possessed me but I said,"Okay... you can come with me, but I want you on your best behavior... This my night and my spot... If you don't like it to bad... I don't want to hear, I want to go home crap or take me home shit... Okay."She agreed and started thanking me. I told. She really got into it. As the tenth hour of our drive approached she told me, “You should write this down, it would make a fun story.”I promptly forgot to do that. Then life changed, I was downsized out of a job. I spent the next eight months looking for one.During that time to keep my sanity, I did write that story. I posted it on a site called Stories on Line. It was well-received to my surprise. Apparently, there were many old guys with too much time on their hands.I kept writing and they. Her friends are nice. Brie is a physical therapy assistant for the Nuggets. She is kind of intimidating and abrasive, but I dig those kind of people. You never have to worry about what they’re thinking. Had I called her by the wrong name once, she would have corrected me, probably in front of everybody and even snidely. Then there was Garrett. The GBF. He was sweet as pie and super protective of Kelly. They were all welcoming to me and we exchanged numbers to text each other. I’m sure it was. Later on in the afternoon, Abbey called in to the adult shop to see what might tickle her fancy. With so much choice she was glad when a lovely young female sales assistant came over to offer her some help. She eventually decided on a Ceres G Massager, after receiving personal assurances from the assistant, who had extensively tested this particular model. It was softly dressed in a silicone that was as soft as a petal's touch. The description said its curves were sure to captivate you with 7.