She told me her friends had moved on to the next pub, but she liked what music I was playing so she'd rather stay and talk to me. I let her up into t...e DJ booth which is raised about two feet above the dance floor and closed the door. She sat next to my feet, sipping on her drink. I could her singing above the songs and she swung her feet side to side with the beat of the music. She made me laugh with her carefree attitude (or perhaps the alcohol). She was mischievous. Swapping my drink with. It wasJake, a gorgeous man who Brandi dated frequently. Soon I had a dinnerdate. I opened the door and posed letting Jake get an eyeful. My hairwas piled up on my head with delicate strands hanging down. My blacksatin dress with spaghetti straps hugged every curve of my body. Thethigh high slit showed my silky legs and the tops of my stockings. I had a wonderful time. Jake took me to one of the bestrestaurants in town. Afterward we took a drive, and I snuggled close tohim, resting my hand on. I sat near a grouping of trees in the black night, watching his house. I sat there a good hour. Just waiting, relaxing. I saw the old man wandering around, making something in the kitchen. Pottering around, cooking. I saw him look out the window, not at me, he went back to his cooking. Over near the back door to the house, a rather grand Victorian era two story house, kinda like that one in Forrest Gump actually, around four giant logs were laying down next to a stump with an axe. This would be. " It's not like Shawna, though, is it?"It had slipped out before she could stop it."She couldn't wear that." No, she's all scoop tops and tight jeans. I don't have a bum." She frowned down at her hips, turning a little to stare at it in the mirror."And she always moans when you go out in one of your little belt-cum-skirts that she doesn't have legs like yours and how I stare at your legs more than I look at her," he pointed out."She does?"Marcus swallowed, suddenly looking even more nervous. He.