Bullshit! He was a peddler, just like me. He just had a nicer suit and a better haircut. Otherwise ... well ... what difference did it make? He was th... kind of guy I might have expected Merilee to be going out with.The last time I had talked to Merilee was Tuesday, and I didn't hear from her until Saturday afternoon."Hi, Dieter, I haven't heard from you all week. Are you all right?" Yeah ... sure." I didn't add anything after that."Are we going out tonight like we planned," she asked, not. I chose carefully, then ordered, a coffee for me, the chocolate for her, I knew her well enough to know she’d appreciate that.When politely and shyly enquired as to why I wasn’t having dessert, my reply of "I’ll be having you later"Bringing a flush to her cheeks, as she politely excused herself to to powder her nose.Reaching under the table I wordlessly hand her a small bag, and return once more to studying the food on the tables around me, picking up the minor mistakes only a chef would. I stood up, pulled up my panties, again being thrilled withfeeling so feminine. I dropped my slip and skirt back into placeafter adjusting my stockings. Finally, I sensed I was gaining some self-assurance. Ithought about how no one had given me any strange looks all day. Onthe contrary, all the looks I'd received had been very flattering. Idecided Jeannie had been right all along. I'd been silly to doubt myappearance. As I'd been warm all day wearing my coat inside the mall, Inow decided. The guy stopped and said, ‘no worries handsome,’ and I knew he was hooked. They stood there and chatted as Mike and I stood and cruised the scene. Mike went up to a hot latino dude who was built like a fire plug. He was thick but cl early muscled in his black jeans, gauntlets and a black shirt that said ‘Trainer.’ On it. He asked the dude if he knew where the erotica store was. The store was behind us with great bright lighting, but Mike excused himself, saying he was visiting on an audition,.