"What's wrong, Mrs. Lunardi?"Ruth leaned back against the counter. "She's gone, Jimmy. Jennifer's left us."Jimmy stood in the middle of the kitchen tr...ing to make sense of what she was saying. Mrs. Lunardi could be a drama queen sometimes, like the day when her husband moved out. Or when the divorce became final. But she could be a lot of fun, too, like when the three of them played Truth or Dare."How can she be gone? We're going to the Senior Banquet tonight. I bought a promise ring. We. This particular year the 24th was a Saturday and therefore only one party was booked for that day. This meant that the only people on the premises would be associated with that party. The catering manager surprised me around 9.30 am, when he informed me "You know you may well be here for quite some time as usually the security never get relieved until at least the 28th by this company" I expect so!" was my reply."Well to make things easier on you, here are the spare keys for the catering. My hands were working so fast that within seconds I opened all the gates of her clothes which were restricting clothes to wear off. I pulled the ribbon of her top, unhooked the bra, unbelt the buckle, unbind the jeans button and get down the zip of jeans.I took off my mouth from hers and removed all her clothes and now the she was in front of me without a single cloth at her body which me and she both knew that it will remain same for next 2 days. We were standing and smooching and my both. I can’t get her out of my mind. I go back a couple of days later and she is there again. It is slow and she is re-stocking the bar. She goes out in back to get some napkins. I hear “Shit’ come from the back. “Rick (that’s me) can you come back here and give me a hand?” She yells. I get up off my stool and saunter into the back. “Can you lift me up so I can get the napkins? They are on the top shelf.” Mia asks. I put my hands on her hips just above her waistline of her shorts. As I go to lift.