” He tried to argue“Oh shut up Markus” her hands not cupped his face and her lips were entwined with his. The alcohol made everything feel bette... and he could feel himself getting turned on the more she kissed him. Putting his hands around her waist he picked her up and her legs wrapped around his waist. Not sure where he was going her fumbled for a ledge that she could rest on. Finding what felt like a printer he placed her on top of it. Both of their bodies wriggled in perfect sync with each. Putting on her best casual demeanor to hide her speeding heart, she strolled casually around the corner. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him, his back towards her, a hand in his back pocket, the other holding the cell to his ear. Dark hair, medium build, his clothes a bit rumpled. He was nothing remarkable, and she smiled a little. He’d see her shortly, she thought, and she could imagine his flush of embarrassment, his awkward body language. He’d scuttle off someplace more private to. Our faces, both turning crimson, then we burst out in spontaneous laughter. Terry stood up to check the washing machine, his trousers held back a very thick stiffy. My fanny flooded down my legs. "I'll just get my tools, don't think it will be much, these models have a surge protection built in." Just like me I thought. "There you are not much to it, I won't even charge you, seeing as you put on the coffee and show." We both laughed lightheartedly, he then picked up his tools and paperwork. They also had many books published in India. When she died the inventory and purchasing records were in such a mess that her relatives decided just to liquidate the entire stock rather than try to organize returning those books that could be returned to the distributers and publishers. I let my intuition run as I selected books and ended up purchasing over fifty books, most at 90% off. I even found myself picking up a hardcover copy of an old friend, the full version of Heinlein’s ‘Stranger in.