. I... I don't know what to do. Can I think about it?" Sure," he said, looking at his watch."I'm sorry I'm such a bitch," she told him, "how dare you ...pring this on me without warning?" What the Hell kind of warning did you want? 'Hey, babe, tomorrow night I'm going to ask you to marry me.' Isn't that kinda dumb?" Oh fuck!" she swore, sitting up and putting her hands over her eyes. "I must look terrible!" No, babe. You're adorable!" Stop it!" Mary burst into tears once more."Cath?" Mary asked. She lifted up, and it came off easily, exposing to Dave the rest of her. Cindy’s pussy was plump, and glistening with her creamy white juices. Her lips were freshly shaven, but there was a small tuft of hair just above her clit. Dave really liked it. He did not tell her though. He just kept touching her cunt, switching from her clit, to the wet hole that his cock was sure to be pressed up against within the next few minutes. “Fuck me,” escaped Cindy’s lips, and Dave quickly got on top of. I was back in the shop all day. Despite those many hours and many dollars spent, she didn't reappear.When I dared leave, I scoured the neighbourhood, trying to find that studio, that storefront. I wondered each time a pair of eyes met mine, if I was recognizable. Were they saying to themselves, "there goes the freak I saw in panties and fake tits, stretched out in a store window"?But I never found recognition, and I never found that window.Months later, with my tan lines all but gone, all I had. I sat up straighter in my seat as the red object rapidly resolved itself into a Volkswagen Beetle. I reached up to the radar unit on the dash and punched the activate button. The numbers on the display flickered for a moment, and then froze. Eighty-seven in a sixty-five.The vehicle was only fifty feet away when I snapped the cruiser's lights on and braked heavily. I caught a glimpse of the driver: female, red hair, apparently alone. I twisted the wheel as my Crown Vic slowed to forty miles per.