It’s likely one of his customers dropped it in his banjo case, or he found it on his daily trek down Bourbon for lost items.“There we go,” he sa...s, holding it up. The charm gleams in the sun, outshining the golden chain carrying it. “Lean forward and I’ll do the clasp.”I turn and hold up my hair, letting him put the chain around my neck. I hear a click and the charm hits my sternum, just above the upper curves of my breasts. It’s warm from his hands, and comforts me. I think I’ll carry a piece. ." he heard the woman from outside his line of sight. "Would you mind letting me in?" The voice was sweet and shy. But her shyness and her words didn't really match..."Would love to, but I'm in my underwear, sorry." George answered, still seeing no one."Oh." was the quiet answer."May I help you?" George asked the floor. "May I see you?" he added.There was silence from the hallway. "I'm not sure ... who are you?" the unseen but definitely female voice asked. George was getting more confused by. But she didn’t. She kept wrestling in her mind with what she should do. The hand kept circling lower, and was now caressing her ass. She didn’t want to admit it, but it felt so good. No one had caressed her like that in the three years since her husband left.Then she felt a second hand on her thigh, caressing gently. The first hand then moved to her other thigh. Also caressing gently. Both hands kept moving upward and inward. Karyn held her breath wondering what he would do. She knew it must be. Sue then said, “I need some coffee. Join me?”“Sure.”“I get a long break about now, and I always sit at the smoking table. It’s dreadful during the day, but at night it’s perfect.”After they poured themselves a cup each, she followed Sue out a side door and down a short path to a table near a maintenance shed surrounded by bushes. They sat at the table, hidden from the outside world, in shadow; the only light was a 40-watt bulb on the other side of the shed.Laura said, “It’s quiet. So hot.”“Yes..