" Well, yes, I hadn't even thought about that, but there is something else," she replied.Staring some more and then turning to observe a group of girl... my 'age' walk by, I asked, "Jewelry?" Bingo! But you were right about the purse too. Well go into the Macy's and see what we can find in both regards," she suggested.She picked out a black purse to go with my current outfit and a white one to go with other outfits in my closet. Then she selected several pairs of earrings, a couple of bracelets. "He's just perving out, isn't he," she asked her co-worker."He says he's here for something lacy for his lady. We don't have anything lacy right now." Did you show him the –special- stock in the back?" No, I didn't. I didn't think he was worthy of that. He's just a perv." I don't know. He's dressed pretty nicely. And he shops at The Art..." You can take him back if you want. I don't think he qualifies." Fine. Be that way. I'm not sharing MY commission..."The brunette headed for him quickly.. She smiled at me and got into the car obviously on a high from her fun saying how glad I had collected her and how could she repay me. She didn't know but just having her sitting beside me showing those amazing thighs was payment enough. Wow! Helen was looking so good. It was only a short journey and we chatted about Dan and both our tennis and gym with a little cheeky references like her asking me if I had worked on every muscle and me asking her about new balls etc. All harmless fun but she. Hestretched his long legs and checked his reflection in the rear viewmirror. He ran his hand over his neat, closely cropped blonde hair andexamined the three day's worth of beard. "You look like hell," he said quietly. A healthy diet and a strict exercise regimen kept his 6'4" frame at185. He was slender, but not so much so that people wondered about hishealth. His chest, arms and shoulders were well developed, but not to thepoint that people could accuse him of being a gym bunny. His face.