A single bodyguard stood watch by the door to Jingles office. He studied him as he reached the stop step. The upstairs stood above the speaker system,...so a conversation became manageable, not easy, but manageable. The bodyguard held a hand up, and Shane came to a stop holding his hands out at shoulder length. The frisk was professionally done, quick, and precise. ‘You can leave your firearm at the bar. We’ll watch it for you.’ He paused and flashed a sardonic smile. ‘The knife you can keep.’ . The others in the place parted ways and the cocksucker walked out of the store with a smile on his face as he said hello to me on his way by. I was very turned on by this, as I continued my way around the store and lunch hour had ended I walked up to the store clerk, or owner. He was short, balding, probably in his fifties and I noticed he had on very short shorts when I came in and I wanted a better look after all of that.I started the conversation off by saying he must see some amazing sex in. " Well, it was her idea to slip Rob a few Viagra pills without him knowing."I had to do a double take with this. I didn't expect to hear this."You did what?" We slipped him some pills to make sure that he would be sporting a good hard-on. We wanted him to be thinking with the little head more than the big head."I was so angry I slapped her. It must have caught her totally off guard. It knocked her off the chair. This caused her to start crying again.I yelled at her. "How could you do that to. Back at the house, and I fixed up a fresh black coffee and rolled myself some Golden Virginia, kicked back in my room listening to music and puffing on my rolly. It was still a few hours before the party and I thought I’d freshen up. I turned on the shower in my bathroom, slipped out of my shorts and had a quick glance in the mirror, tanned, toned and happy. ‘You’re one vain bastard,’ I said to myself. I stood under the cascade of hot water, soaping myself up with lime shower gel, rubbing it.