‘Like it?’ I assumed she was referring to the flat. ‘Yes, very impressive. Modelling must pay well.’ ‘No. modelling didn’t pay for this. M... grandmother did though.’ she looked at me with a question on her face. ‘Jack I am going to change, I don’t want to sit around in this dress. I assure you I am not going to change into the proverbial ‘something more comfortable’ just something more comfortable.’ She giggled. ‘If you know what I mean.’ I laughed too. ‘When I was young at this point I would be. She walked in front. She put her hands on the metal rails. I could see her big red finger nails scrap the paint a she strutted up the stairs. I got a terrific view of her big ass. It was slowly coming out the bottom of her grey mini skirt. The black thong clung to her ass as it shook. My face was eye level as I dropped my head to look farther up her mini skirt. I finally made her big camel toe out as she pinched her thighs together. Damn she was hot in a whore/older slut way. We finally got to. Her blush deepened as she looked around desperately, hoping no one had noticed her. Her eyes found a middle-aged woman in a pants suit sitting on the other side of the bus. The woman smirked at her, her eyebrows raised. Sally’s face went as red as the inside of a watermelon and hurriedly hit the stop button, the bus coming to a halt at the next stop. She disentangled herself from the mass of people and climbed off, standing in a street still half-an-hour away from her house. She wasn’t sure. ”“Okay, okay, I’m a slob. I admit it. It’s just that my job ... it doesn’t ... oh hell, why do you care anyway?”“Vinny, I don’t go out with slobs. I do have my standards.”His whole body stiffened, “Go out? But I’m a ... you’re a ... oh hell, Gina, are you trying to seduce me?”That made me laugh out loud, “Seduce you? I don’t think so. I might though, after we get you cleaned up and looking presentable. After all, it’s not like we’re strangers. We’ve been working together for months ... and.