It was called a soft briefcase, but he thought it looked like a purse – he hated it but being a gift from his mother he always carried it. Moving fr...m the booth he caught his reflection in the office doors glass windows. Shit – I look like some fag carrying a purse. He had to figure out a way to lose the damn thing. He walked at a brisk pace down the stairs. Looking at the glass doors, he couldn't even see across the street.Thick fog hung over the streets like a blanket of white. He locked the. It was a hold over of his younger days as a fan of fantasy literature. He had rough hands that advertized he earned a living working with his hands. Some folks might have been put off by his appearance, but the expression on his face gave him a friendly happy look.“Can’t complain,” Burl answered.“What can I do for ya?”Burl said, “I heard you were painting.”“Yep. The old battle axe wants me to paint the nursery before she drops the kid,” George said with a wink.“I heard that!”“Sorry, the kindly. He sensed that Rosy was there, watching him, smiling and happy for him. This spurred him on and he shot a big load of hot cum deep inside his employer.To say there was an awkward silence when their passions abated would be an understatement. Neither knew quite what to say and after dressing, Mrs. Henderson smiled and stammered, "Thank you Mr. Bailey, that was...was...just wonderful...wonderful." Yes Ma'am," he replied, I enjoyed it too," then they went their separate ways in the darkness.It was. My phone reads 7:54, if my primitive calculations were correct, Alfie would be home at about eight; it was time to make tracks.Zoe realised this as soon saw me check my phone, and dashed towards the bathroom, brushing past me as I quickly dragged my jeans up my legs. The reality of the situation suddenly hits me, and I’m filled with a dread that rapidly turns to a sickening blind panic. Half-dressed I scramble down the stairs, trying desperately to remember if I bought anything else in with me..