. well you know... interested, but I wasn't sure. You don't give a good clear signal either way." Well, being married and all man, I can't just very w...ll go around advertising something like that." I know, I was just curious about it." His eyes were locked on mine, waiting for me to say or do something.So here we were, two buddies, and the ball clearly in my court. I stood up and moved around the table toward him closing the distance between us to mere inches. He sat on the edge of the picnic. Rinsing my long dark hair, I paused to admire my body in the mirror opposite. I was thirty-six years of age and with a grown daughter, but I knew my figure was still good with toned, muscular legs, flat stomach and not too much droop in the breasts. Proudly, I cupped them once again.So why had Roger, my poor fucking excuse for a husband left me for some skanky twenty-something girl from the nearby housing estate?Ignoring these thoughts, I rinsed out a face flannel and wiped away my makeup and. "We need help. Make Alan give us our clothes, at least," Martha ordered the nearest man sternly, who looked unhappy at this aggressive approach.Nonetheless he chimed the door and asked Alan to give the women some clothes. Then he decided that he really didn't want to get involved and disappeared back into his apartment, as most of the other bystanders already had.Suddenly the door opened and a shower of clothes and odds and ends came out on to the corridor, and the door again closed. The women. She even drove me home and tucked me into bed.At that thought, I took out my cell from under my pillow (which is where I always put it), and text messaged her, saying thank you for last night and I’ll see her tomorrow at school. I sent the message and put my cell back under my pillow. I groggily stood up and walked to the wall mirror I had next to my bed. I looked at myself. At 17, I wasn’t bad looking. I had bluish-green eyes, a well-chiseled body and light brown dirty hair. At 6 foot 2, I was.