We ended up having a great connection. So much so that we spent most of the night talking in bed.This guy says “I know you don’t like to talk abou... this, but I just want to say this wasn’t weird at all and I think you’re a really cool person.”“What?”“Oh sorry, your boyfriend said it turns you off to talk about this, I just wanted to give you a compliment.”“What are you talking about?”Silence.I knew something was very wrong here. I had certainly talked to my boyfriend about my turn-offs but they. It lookedlike a boy followed closely by a man, probably father and son heading tothe bathroom. I made a note of it and didn't think anything more about it,until I saw the boy pass by my row. It was Brandon! The boy from therestaurant, followed by a man, maybe his Uncle I thought. I was instantlyawake as I watched them pass by my row and head back to the bathrooms. Ithought I saw the man behind Brandon with a substantial hard on runningdown the pant leg of his jeans. But the cabin was dark. "Candi replied with, "I'm an eighteen year old professional. I only accept upscale clients. If you are a sugar daddy, call me." She left a local number.He wrote back asking for pictures, underlining his request to see her face. She sent some pictures of her partially nude body, but no face. Candi had underdeveloped boobs with puffy nipples that begged to be sucked. Howard absolutely adored them. They weren't tiny tits, but they hadn't reached the full potential of an older woman.Howard called. .. well, I don't date much, and I'm ... I dunno, I guess I'm unsure about how to react." Okay," I said, "it's not a date. We're just a couple of friends, no, make that new acquaintances, having a bite in a public place." I winked.She laughed. "Okay, you're on." So," I said, "how about I put this stuff," I held up my bags, "in the car, listen to the radio for half an hour, and swing by here when I see you come out?"She grinned. "Works for me. See you in a while."I walked out to the car,.