” Barton patted the desk again, fondly.I looked around the office more closely. Lots of old, old furniture. But this wasn’t an antiques showroom �...� this was a functioning workplace. Full of industry. And reference material.Those books weren’t for show. They hadn’t been designer-purchased, leather-bound sets. They were the tools of Barton’s trade. Some law books, industry journals, pharmaceutical magazines, government pamphlets ... dogeared with penciled notations. He reminded me of ... well, me.. It tasted so good I even went back for seconds. As I was pulling my skirt back down I heard a knocking noise and looked back at the truck. The guy in the passenger seat was holding up a napkin that said, “Meet us at the Flying Jay off of Exit 303.” I thought about it for a second but the temptation of possibly getting three dicks at once was too much –I gave them a thumbs up and followed them to the exit. As I pulled into the gas station it was just about dusk and the place was pretty much. The cold blinding darkness that engulfed me was enough to make me wanna turn around but I was lonely and I needed someone since I was recently cheated on. I got to her house and she texted me “Come through the window..." I started toward a screen window that went to her room I waited for a minute and then see a small Converse shoe fly threw the screen as it falls to the floor “Come in" Alexis whispered. I climbed through the window, immediately her scent hit my nose she smelt beautiful, she was. "Who is he?!" She practically jumped on me, "Is he cute? What color hair? Eyes? Does he have a good body?" I took the boxers from her and pushed her on the couch. "No one! It was just a guy..." At that exact moment, a guy walked out the bathroom, hearing the squealing and said, "What the fuck!? Erica, Where are my boxers?" I sighed and hit my head and Sahara waved at the towel clad man, he's nineteen. He quirked an eyebrow and looked at me, "Is she...?" "NO!!" I screamed jumping on.