If you ask a guy if he'd like to leave and get together somewhere more private, you may have a new friend.Of course the guy could panic and run out of...the door of the bookstore. That happens a lot. Wonder why they were browsing in that area of interest?Of course you can always go to the video booths that show continuous porno of various types for a token a minute or two. You could get lucky and there will be a nice hard dick sticking through a glory hole. This is so anonymous, that it's not. It came in the form of a cigarette and a look at my surroundings, being that I could see them more clearly. I realized I stood in Trucker Territory, an exciting, slightly dangerous place that felt just right for the mood. My decision came to finish the smoke and head back down over the hill. But…just after I stood and flicked away the butt, a rig door opened and a man first leaned out, then stepped to the ground not thirty feet from where I stood. The trucker, beefy, bearded and had a full head. Going into the study, she touched two keys on the computer and waited. “It can’t be!” an electronic voice said. “You’re Kris Bradley! And you’re really here?”“I’m here, Josh,” Kris replied softly. “Ann and Mary sent me. I hope you don’t mind?”“How could I possibly mind?” the computer replied. “But can I do anything for you?”“Yes, you can,” Kris responded. “I have a couple of things to take care of. Would you entertain Susan for a while? I have a software CD here. It’s Robin Hood and most kids. Now, I have some ground rules for our conversation during dinner, okay?”“Sure, what are they?”“Just one. No talking about that cheating son of a bitch.”“Agreed,” I said opening the door for her and objectifying her ass as she walked in.After I pushed her chair in I sat next to her at our table in the middle of the restaurant. Our conversation flowed easily across all sorts of topics. The food was excellent and the wine was even better. We danced a couple of times, mostly slow stuff. Her firm.