She blushed over her tanned cheeks, “It was like a two week thing. We decided to stay good friends.”Suddenly, my brother snuck up behind her, slam...ing his hands down on her shoulders. She jumped. “That’s because you’re too cute, he couldn’t handle it.” Zach said, as he began to massage her shoulders, neck and back. Her tiny laughs turned to slight moans as he rubbed her.“That feels really good.” she said softly. I could see the muscles in his arms flex as he pleased her. I never thought I would. I like that they know what they want in the bedroom and out of it too. After a while and a purchase, they left, but as she went out the door, she turned and gave me a look and a smile, which I took to mean see you again, but little did I know how soon!I’ll call her Maureen, to be honest, I didn’t ask her name when she came back a couple of hours later as it was getting dark, I saw the look in her eye and I just flipped the sign over to closed, locked the door and invited her to join me in my. Some ‘great’ job. I make little more than minimum wage and work crazy hours. At least the weather is nice and I get to go to Disney whenever I feel like it, so my life isn’t all bad.”She was cute when she relaxed and let her hair down a bit.When I pulled into the apartment complex Becky pointed out her door and thanked me. Instead of a thank you she leaned in and kissed me like she meant it, bringing Mr. Johnson to up full salute. Becky seemed to appreciate his interest and quickly unzipped me. Time to be aggressive. B, E, aggressive." She tossed the spinning baton in the air. "Spinning…" When it came down again, now half again as long as it had been, she caught it and kept the spin going. "Ignition…" She tossed it up again. "Burning…" This time rather than waiting for it to come all the way back down, she thrust her hand up and caught it tightly, halting the spin. It was now double the original 28-inch length. "Pike!" One end of the baton burst into a blaze of sparks as a ten inch.