Any physical exertion sapped him of his strength, and any agitation now started the tingle … that fucking tingle, oh how he hated himself at that mo...ent.“But Midge – I mean Sir –,” the moment Jack uttered those words, he knew that this was going to be bad. The only thing that old man hated more than excuses for unfinished work was to be called a Midget. That was the name that the employees used for the old bastard out of his earshot. Even though, Richard was not medically a midget, his. Once I get in, I remember. As snotty as they seem, they still intrigue me. Lean, slender, elegantly, elegantly coiffured women of all ages seem to be able to walk with their noses in the air; unseeing men around them. Others are on their cell phones; oblivious to anybody around them. Is it them or me? As a young man, driving a Porsche or Corvette, I thought I could approach almost any woman I was interested in. Now, in my seventies, they hardly see me. Occasionally I am amused / mildly insulted. I grab the car keys out of her hand , push the button to open the boot and get the jack and spare tyre out and put the keys in my pocket. While changing the tyre the woman is still ranting in my ear.... Go faster... I need to be... Fuck hurry up... My patience is wearing thin doing this high maintenance bitch a favour. I put the punctured tyre and tools in the boot when I am finished. Keys!!! I don't think so .. Until you say Please sir, may I have my keys. This woman is fucking me off, she. Right now!!!"I stood up and carefully removed my shirt and trousers, leaving myself in just my undershorts. No sudden movements to spook him."Come on ... he's serious" I told her when she was slow to comply."OK" she replied as she removed her skirt and top, leaving her in bra and panties."All of it" he yelled at both of us.I gingerly pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them. I glanced across at her to see that her bra was gone, and that she was pushing her panties down.She had a really.