It was a done deal.Just then, the door opened and in walked a man in his 50s, immaculately dressed with a fine head of silvery hear for a man his age....Mrs Wilson turned and smiled upon seeing him."Marie, I'd like you to meet Mr Wilson, my husband, who owns this store" beamed an obviously proud Mrs Wilson.Mr Wilson walked towards me with a warm, welcoming smile. Extending his hand, he took mine in his and held it lightly."Marie, you look stunning" he said, in a very smooth, confident way. "I. It's a younger man a little taller than me. He smiles at me and I return it. He's close enough I can smell him. It's a manly smell, enticing, and in my state, arousing. As the train moves the mass of passengers sways back and forth. I can feel the young man's hips pressing against my rear. The train stops and starts. I sway back into the man, pressing my ass against his crotch. It's then I feel it. I think he's hard! I allow myself a slight smile. As the train moves, there it is again, the. He married, and he married well. His wife is extremely attractive. They have a large place out there, very, very large, and, like I said, they are having a party. They are looking for models for the party.’ The girls looked at each other, their eyes all asking the same question – ‘So, what?’ – but Charlotte continued, not giving them a chance to voice it. ‘The reason they came to me has to do with the theme of the party, which they’re concerned may call attention to them if they were to go to a. ” Just be at the rope wall at 1, ok?" I'm just happy to see you smile," he said coolly, scarfing down a big bite of overly processed eggs.Sam definitely had feelings for Beck, but there was just something wrong here. Like he was already withdrawing to prepare for having to break things off in a few days. Sam thought through what today meant, and wondered if she should just call it off. Maybe it wasn't worth fighting over.Her fears subsided rather quickly when Beck moved his tray to Sam's side,.