In fact, he hadn't used her yesterday either. She had been nervously anticipating his moves, since the night in the bedroom. She had thought about him...a lot, actually. Remembering his rough hands against her skin, her tight ass being worked over and over... She thought of him, more than perhaps she'd want to admit. "Be a good girl" Was all he replied, taking her mind back to the present. His hands answering the rest, as he began to expose her. He gripped the waistband of her skirt and jerked it. "It was only a couple of days later, when having walked to the bus stop, the same guy came along smiling at me amiably. "Hello Sexy," he said.I decided to ignore him, and I said nothing. He wasn't put off though. "I love that little skirt," he continued, "you look so hot."Feeling that I had to say something to get rid of this pest, I said to him coldly, "just because I wear a short skirt doesn't mean that you can talk like that." Well you wear a skirt like that for one reason only," he said. Lisa stretched her legs for a moment while I went in to check-in. Mary and I had been there enough times that the owner is like a favorite aunt."Welcome back, Mark, how are you? How is Mary?" Hi Sylvia, it's great to be back," I smiled. "Mary's great. Working this week, though." I paused. Hmmm. "I'm actually here with my friend Lisa."Sylvia is a sweet lady and wouldn't say "shit" if she had her mouth full of it. For a moment it looked like she did. "I see." She paused. "Mark... umm, what. I'll see you all later." He kissed Mom, grabbed his briefcase, and headed for the door.Mom was still looking like she may have more to add. Finally she said, "Allison, could you give us minute please?" Sure, if you want. But do I have to go? I mean..." she stopped and stood up to leave."It's all right dear, no one is in trouble. I just want to talk to your brother for a minute, please." Okay."It was clear Allison wasn't happy about it but she turned to go. I grabbed her hand, kissed it and gave.