That would give us a start on getting the needed cars down there. Marcy had verified that we had extra keys for those cars and that they did work. The...hauler was told to put the keys that he had to load and unload the cars, under the driver's seat and lock the cars. Ralph Jamisson, the airport manager was to show him where our parking spots were to be.Marcy had arranged for the airport authority to use one of their rental meeting rooms to do the settlement on the 20 houses, then we would. I like the washroom set up there. There are two outer doors so if one gets lucky with a chance encounter, you can hear the outer door open so you don’t get caught. Unless you are deaf, of course. There was a 30 year old guy standing at the left urinal, so I stood beside him at the right urinal. After unzipping and pulling out my cock, I glanced over at his cock. He wasn’t pissing. He was slowly stroking his semi hard erection. As I pissed, he got bigger and harder. He’d alternate between slow. “Wow Robin, I’m glad I was able to get your television working.”I backed off of him when I realized how uncomfortable I made him. My face turned red and I ran my fingers through my hair in embarrassment. When I turned around, I noticed the program on the television switched to competitive ballroom dancing. I loved watching it. Now it was even more enjoyable since it was in such high quality. I started clapping again in excitement as I watched the female dancer spin in a circle and gyrate her. "How they hangin', big guy?"I sighed. Tamara was like that. "We are okay, Tammie," I replied."I have a lady I think you'd like to meet," she offered. "Carlie, she's a lawyer and a tax expert. She's never been married, a little younger than you, sharp as a tack. I think you'd hit it off." Tammie," I said, "I don't want to be set up." Just meet her at some public spot. Make small talk. Take her to dinner, like, Johnny Carino's or something. See what you think," she said."I assume," I said,.