. Wasn't there a reason? It was a party after all. Why not. Why not!That night, on the way home, she drove slowly through the red light district,...drinking in the details, making mental notes, of the girls, the way they walked, the way they moved. The way they thrust their breasts out and wriggle their asses as cars drive by, the impromptu sexy dances they break into. She watches them lean into cars. Watches the smiles.There's her red goddess. Katy drives right by her, standing on the. "I guess I just don't understand Cindi," he went on. "From the way she acted when she was around me, I thought she was ready to marry me. Then, all of a sudden, she said she didn't want to see me any more." Billy, you've lived in the country all of your life. Cindi spent most of her life in a city. City girls tend to flirt more than country girls. I think they're just practicing so that when they find someone they really want to marry, they'll be able to trap them," I said."Well, she certainly. "How does that feel?" he asked the sexy mature woman modeling before him."Amazing." she answered, and she was not lying."How does it look." she asked."Fantastic." he answered."Really?" she prodded."Do you have to ask." he said with a smirk, his eyes drifting down.Her eyes followed his, landing on his crotch where a visible bulge was on display."It looks that good?" she said softly, swallowing hard.Her mind was racing, fighting against what she wanted and what she knew was right.Her hand reached. Two men began to walk toward us.I stopped and turned to face them with Morgan between me and the door. “Gentlemen, we’re leaving. If someone tries to stop us, there will be problems.”One of them said, “Yeah, and they will be your problems.”I responded, “Possibly.“Morgan, back toward the door. Call 9-1-1 if they won’t let us out.”“You’ve got her mother. You’ll just have to be satisfied with her. Morgan is not available. We’re leaving.”I backed toward the door and Morgan went out. Still watching,.