It sounded more like an animal sound. He thought she was losing her sanity and, in truth, she probably was. "Zander," she said once she had regained c...ntrol. "I think I'm at the end of my rope." Let's get lunch today. There's a new restaurant that I want to try. My treat." He looked hopeful and boyish and she suddenly didn't want to disappoint him so she agreed. It actually sounded good to get out for lunch. She usually ate at her desk, poring over reports.Georgia met Zander in the parking lot. The hallways were dark and eerily quiet. Many of the stores had closed, and those that were open were not the kind of stores you would have seen back in my day – overstocked shoes, As Seen on TV, bargain outlets. It was depressing. The food court was mostly empty, the theater closed, the bookstores gone, and a crappy arcade with air hockey, old-fashioned pinball machines and one of those dancing games were all that remained.It was as if my childhood had died.BUT ... before I left, things began. While Pamela was close to six foot tall long legs that would look good in either a skirt or dress with dark brown hair and not all that much in the tit department. On my left was Bethany and Michelle Bethany had to be at least a 40 DD and she was not very tall maybe five foot five also dark drown hair. Michelle was a throw back to the flower c***d movement of the late 1960's she had no chest in fact my man boobs were bigger than hers also was a strawberry blonde but had a nice cute ass very. Next to her sat her husband, Mark. By my side was my girlfriend, Lisa, who would become my wife about a year later. Next to her was her older brother Terry, with his girlfriend Judy next to him."I'll get some more drinks," I offered, getting up and heading for my small kitchen.It wasn't a big flat but it was mine and I was proud of it."We're playing strip poker," yelled an excited Lisa."Who's idea was that?" I asked as I sat down again.Nobody owned up but a few looked pointedly at my.