Or so I thought. Only days later, early Saturday morning, I was driving to the gym on a route not far from Lindy’s apartment building, when I saw a ...emale runner in green shorts suddenly collapse on the shoulder of the road and grab her foot. It looked like Lindy, though I wasn’t sure until I pulled up in my black Chevy Camaro. ‘Lindy, is that you?’ ‘Mr. Renshaw?! Fancy meeting you here.’ She told me she stepped on something and twisted her ankle. Wincing in pain, she tried to stand, then sank. He’s was madder than skunk for a good long time about it.” “Yes. He was,” I said robotically, looking up the tall old man standing next to me. I had never really looked at Gray Swensen. Handsome, surprisingly so, his face had a distinguished, experienced look to it that reminded me of my favorite uncle Hal. His hair was white with a little bit of black mixed in here and there, but thick and shiny nonetheless. He had clouded gray eyes and nice teeth, and coupled with his khaki slacks and logo-ed. The two girls came in and Tori apologized for being late because of Trina. Tori then told everyone about how she lied about her s*ster's pancakes being not being fat free and how she flipped out, earning a laugh from almost everyone at the table."So… is this all that's gonna show up?" Robbie asked, hoping Cat would come."Yeah," Andre said. "Cat said she was busy this morning with something, which was pretty weird for that girl. And Jade never responded. I assume she's busy with the… iCarly. It was in dirty bookshops where ladies served that for the first time I could be seen on a regular basis in my perv gear, dirty mac and wank-trousers. That and the way I acted and the sheer volume of mags I bought meant that those ladies knew I was a wanker and I loved that. I love girls to know I’m a wanker, a perv who’s never had ‘relations’, and who is so easily stimulated by seeing them show that I cum in my pants seeing raised skirt and knickers, bikinis, cleavage – seeing a girl walk.