Not a damn thing could ever happen between us, or so I thought. My shift today started like any other day. I arrived in the early afternoon, after the...lunch rush had died down. I put my uniform stuff on, and set out into the part-time grind. As soon as I saw her, I said, "Hi, Alison," with that same hopeful, puppy love tone I always did. Dumb, I know. Just a victim of my hormones overriding rational thought. Programmed for politeness of course, Alison returned the greeting with a smile as she. At least she’d be a captive audience, were as Janice would most likely be wounded, take offense, and never want to have anything to do with me again if she felt like I wasn’t interested. I put the cups down, made my way over to the couch, letting my robe fall as I did. I was also very careful not to look out or up through the window, too afraid of what I might somehow see, or feel…when I did. There would be plenty of time for that later. But for now, there was Janice once again smiling, open. I tried to calm myself as I walked to the porch. A cold front had moved in over night and it was too chilled to be on the porch. I opened the door to the house and she was standing there, one of my t-shirts on, only. She held one hand to her throat, the other over her mouth. I closed the door softly behind me. Then she practically leaped into my arms, in fact she wrapped her legs around me, I had one arm behind her back, hand on her head as we kissed. The other hand was supporting her butt.. She wasn't expecting him and he planned to just leave her a note saying he had gone to the health club to unwind. He was hoping that Barbara, a new member of the health club, would be at her usual Thursday afternoon workout.He didn't even know Barbara's last name, but he had learned to enjoy watching her work out. Alan really enjoyed looking at women and Barbara worked out in skintight body suits that clung to her like a second skin. And, she never wore tights. Her legs were always bare to.