"Where" I said, "How about the toilets" she answered. I looked at her and she said "Follow me", as we made our way to the customer toilets, she certai...ly wasn't giving me up. I followed her into the ladies and found it was rather spacious, it was clean and there were six cubicles, she chose the last one.As she opened the door and went in I followed, I turned to lock the door and she said "I've never felt like I do now with anyone" and we fell into a clinch, snogging each other frantically. As. "Thanks, but I've already ordered, they're doing it now" and with that she turned round and walked to the counter. Matt thought she must be walking like that deliberately, her pert backside sashaying to the counter, her tight pencil skirt accentuating her great figure. Coming back, she put the cup down and threw herself down onto the sofa. It wasn't in the first flush of youth so it sank enough for them to embrace each other. Matt had a smell of her hair, a subtle coconut smell mixed in. " I fear that it would be similar to the situation of the Tommy and the French girl, Ma'am. Do you know the story?" Tommy and Frenchy? No, ain't never heard o' that one." Well, you know about the conditions during World War One, right? The artillery was shooting day and night and the shells going through the clouds were seeding them and causing there to be almost constant rain. The trenches the men were fighting out of were rivers of mud."The French peasants near the fighting were having. ” Tommy said, with a smile. Dante paid for his girlfriend’s presents and left.“Tommy,” Tasha called.“Yeah?"“That was really nice of you. Most guys wouldn’t even look at him. Most guys would be jealous. You liked his girlfriend. You helped him. That was kinda sweet.”“That’s my job, ain’t it?" Tommy said.“Yeah, it is.” Tasha replied with a smirk.Tommy smiled back.Meanwhile, after Dante left, he opened the piece of paper. It read...Dear Ashley,This is a love letter. A letter that is from an.