" I wouldn't do that, besides who wouldn't want to meet up with a beautiful women?"she laughed and said "enough talk, follow me and ill show you what ...'m made of."so, not knowing where she would take me, i followed. We walked in the back of the store to what looked like a storage room. Since it was an outdoor store we were at, the room (which turned out to be an old archery range that the store no longer used anymore)was filled with a bunch of big block targets, fake dear and ducks, fake trees,. It would shout that you're not afashionista or a neogoth, and would more quietly add that you are not asuper, a slob, or someone making any kind of obvious statement.* *I guess that'll do. Thanks* *Sure. Now hush. I'm just getting to the good part!* Now all she had to do was match up a suitable skirt and polo combination.She remembered laughing about the idea of girls going through all thatthought and agony over what to wear, back in the old days. Now that it washer, it didn't seem quite so. She apologized for dripping on me. I told her that I didn’t mind at all. She said that posing for me had made her really moist. All of the other girls and women said the same thing including my daughter. The lump in my pants confirmed that I was highly excited too.The coach that had dripped on me said yes to a date. Jill said yes to everything else that first date too. Jill said yes to the restaurant that I picked, the dinner that I suggested, and to the wine that I ordered. She said yes to. "Just as long as there are no vodka bottles around," said Harry with a smirk. Plus, of course, Hannani had been keen for me to handle things personally and the customer is always right.I've always liked the Ashmolean Museum. Not a lot of people go to visit it. It's in Oxford and most people go to visit the colleges but the Ashmolean is like a jewel box. It's extraordinary really — one building with the whole of mankind's history on display. Plus it was founded by a man who basically stole the.