And there were earrings hanging down the side of my neck, largehoops, and a necklace dipping towards my cleavage, and bracelets on bothwrists, and shi...y rings on some of my fingers.Somehow I knew that my toenails were painted too.Such was the power of Santa.Who, I suddenly realized, was waiting for me.For me.The real me.I walked out of the public bathroom, leaving my stained clothes strewnon the counter. And this was not the same walk that I'd used my entirelife. This walking was led by my. .. sorry to intrude, but ... er ... I think you should ... er perhaps ... hide in the ladies loo for a bit ... our local bobby's just pulled up on his Noddy-bike."Sarah didn't stop to ask how he's found out who she was, but keeping herself as much as possible from the sight line of the front window, she ghosted herself through the nearby door to the toilets. The young waiter quickly collected our plates and left me alone with my coffee, no trace that I had had dinner companion sitting opposite. He was passionate about history. He was passionate about bridge.I thought it was a game designed to fill huge chunks of interminable time for old ladies. But he said it was an intense game fought in local, national and international competition.He had a passion for baseball. I considered it a cure for insomnia, but Jeff said it was a vibrant test of skill, intelligence and courage.Most of all, he had passion. He devoured life in huge gulps.I asked him what he did when he was bored. He asked how. It had worked once, she thought. Why mess with success, right?She repeated the trick of brushing against his crotch several times while moving around the store. Around 10 a.m., she had Mike “help” her as she climbed a ladder, flashing her bare pussy at him as she had the previous time.Back on the floor, she sat on a stack of cases, letting her skirt “accidentally” ride up in the back, exposing her ass to him. Emma caught a definite bulge forming in his pants so she knew her teasing was working,.