"No, it is probably a very bad idea" she answers. "As long as we know that going in." I reply. "7 o'clock in the lobby", she asks. "See you then" I...reply.We eat dinner and then go to the bar for drinks the same as the previous night. We talk about the old days working together and seeing each other every day and how that was so enjoyable as compared to now where we work in different locations. Again, we completely ignore what happened and the sexual tension that is in the air. At the end. She wears lots of black makeup around the eyes, a bit attention-seeking, but still sexy. Her hair is brown, shoulder length. With streaks of blue. Not much, but probably rebellious enough to piss her parents off a bit, enough to make her look like a little rebel without too much actual commitment to walking the walk. She wears a casual blue t-shirt with the school name on it, baggy enough to hide the fact that she seems to have smaller tits for her size. Baggy enough to make it look like she. When his car had disappeared out of sight she went back inside to plan out her week.For the last month, she had been promising her mother’s sister, Cindy, that she would go and visit her. Since her mother, Mona, was still out of town, Margie decided that this was the perfect time to call Cindy to see when she would like to get together.She placed a call to her Aunt who was so glad to hear from her that she told her to come right on over.Margie hung up and went to her closet and pulled out a. It kind of sounds like a bad dream, am I right?Right before a spray tanning appointment, my heart would sink. It’s because I knew there was an 80% chance that the woman I would be spraying would say one or all of the following about herself: “I haven’t worked out in forever!” “Don’t judge me; I just had a baby.” “Oh, gosh, I can’t believe I’m about to be naked in front of this mirror, in front of you!” “I hope I feel better about myself after this is finished.” “I can’t.