”“Damn it, Jackson, stop with the Miss Whitfield shit. I am only twenty-five, not thirty or forty years old,” she admonished him teasingly as sh... left the shop, his laughter following her out the door.Miss Allie Whitfield was the great-granddaughter of one of the town’s forefathers and she owned Allie’s Lingerie. The small shop did very little business with the town’s female population but it was a thriving internet business because of the special lingerie that Allie designed and manufactured. I heard her call my name from the next room, so I got up and found her sitting on the edge of a bed. She asked if I would put some lotion on her neck, of course I would! I slowly rubbed it in. “Ohhh that feels nice doesn’t it. “ She said, “Oh yeah,” I replied. She took the lotion bottle and returned it to the shelf.She returned and sat again on the bed, I was still standing. She starts talking to me about her life. She had never found a person she trusted, and that she was still a virgin. That. I never realley got along with girls i was more of a tomboy I walked up to him and we conversated he thought i was cool and different from most girls we grew up best friends and people would always ask if we dated In middle school we werent as great friends he started to become a jerk and thought he was all that he was on the football team and every girl fell for him i think i became jealose he would always say no when a girl asked him out i was beggining to think maybe he was gay? I mean he. A week passed, I tried calling her but there was no response from her and I thought, it was a one night stand and I thought I will move on. But fate was different. I got a call from another lady. She introduced herself as Sanjana and she got my number from Bhavana. She works in the same office and told me she is looking for massage as she has back problem. I said ok will meet u over the weekend and with her voice, I thought this is yet another boring massage session without fun. The same night.