I saw her in the passenger seat of the big guy's truck and I ran to her. My heart sank when I saw that his truck was full, too. "You didn't meet a dri...ing buddy?" Amy asked. I shook my head. She leaned out the window and yelled, "Hey, fellas! Who's got a spare seat in their car?" A lifted black F-250 drove up fast and slammed on the brakes. The driver stuck his head out the window. He had a camouflage baseball hat on with brown eyes, kind of a big nose, and a short red beard. He was. "She's really flaunting what she's got," an old man muttered. He was intently staring at the scantily-clad woman as Ray kneeled next to him, stocking canned goods on a lower shelf. He smiled down at the young black. "If I was still your age, I'd see if she was any good."Ray grinned back. "I can't think about our customers that way." Sure, you can. And do," the old man laughed. "I was always horny when I was young. I thought about pussy all the time. You're probably no different."Ray didn't say. So, it may be useful to go back to the last one and read it to get a better lead in for this one. But to summarize, Mike and I had a brief encounter one evening after we got back from the bar. After the encounter, we didn't talk about it and were a little standoffish with each other for a week or two. However, after a few normal nights out with friends, we sort of settled back into our normal friendship from before.So, one evening about 3 weeks after the last story, once again was a night out. I'll be with you soon. I will first serve the gentlemen their drink by order of Bertus.", I said indifferently, but with nodding knees. I grabbed a glass from the tray, and asked them one by one who had ordered what, and served the glasses. I put the tray under my arm after I gave the two remaining whiskeys to Mike and André."You asked me what exactly I am doing here.", I said formally to André. "That is simple, I bought this new jacket from Robin and Rik. Nice and light for the summer and yet.