Going along with her, I asked, "What time would you like to go shopping?"She replied, “How about an hour from now?”I nodded my head and told her, ...��Let me go clean up, and an hour would be fine."I went to my room and called William to let him know I was going shopping with my great-grandmother, and I would not be able to see him till that evening.I went downstairs, and I said, "Grams, I am ready if you are?" She grabbed her purse, and off we went.As I drove away, I asked her, "We are not going. "It's my friends. I don't have any k**s", she said with a smile. With that she asked if we were hiring. Handing her my freshly printed business cards I told her to call me in a few weeks when we started hiring for the holidays.That afternoon I received a call…"Hi. I was in earlier with the lady you helped by the lingerie department. Do you remember me?"….Of course I did, but didn't want to sound overly thrilled to hear from her. "Hmmm, yes I remember." "Wel, I was wondering if you'd like to go. I slipped on my shorts and hid her knickers inside my tee shirt which I carried up to my room feeling glad that I didn’t meet anyone on route as my boner looked like a tent pole sicking out in front of me.I got to my room and took advantage again holding her sweet thong up to my face, OMG it was exquisite.Within minutes there was a knock at the door and there stood Sam with a plate of sandwiches and a nice cold beer, “Room service” she said with a giggle as she entered the room placing the. I fire up the Sony notebook and log into Michele Nylons' hotmail account. Of the thirty-seven unread emails, most appear to be junk so I ditch them. I'm left with about half dozen emails that look legitimate. I open one with the subject: 'Where Are You Michele?' It reads:'Michele honey,Where have you been? The girls miss you and I do too; not to mention our bevy of admirers. Please don't tell me you have given up the scene?Vanessa'The return address is [email protected]. It's dated about.