It was eight P.M. and she was late going home because of a project she had been working on. As she drove she thought to herself, I really don’t want...to go home to an empty house again. And that vibrator just wasn’t cutting it.Just then she saw a bar on the right side of the road. Foxy’s, it was called. Several of the other women in her office had talked about going to Foxy’s after work but she had never joined them. Why not stop in, she thought. And she did.Foxy’s was like any other bar; long. She directed him to give just the right amount of pressure as he squeezed it. After enjoying her breast, he started to move his hand lower. As it approached her waist, she whispered to him to stop and stay above. “Not tonight, this is as far as I am ready to go ….for now.”The boy consented, happy to have gotten as far as he did. The two continued to embrace and enjoy being close to each other. “Thank you, Dakota, that was lovely. Um, how about I come over tomorrow and study here instead of the. "My husband..." Is the noted heart surgeon," Emanuel said, finishing Muriel's sentence for her."Yes ... you seem to be in excellent condition, Emanuel. Do you work out with anyone here at the club?" Only if you count my tennis playing," Emanuel replied."Oh, you're that Emanuel," Muriel said coolly.Emanuel gave Muriel a puzzled look, and the older woman was forced to explain herself."I only meant that I have heard of your abilities in tennis. Why you're already considered the best woman player. I needed a roommate to help with the bills, and I needed to get away from the crazy shit that every dorm has to offer. So after interviewing all my friends, I said hell no, and put an ad on the bulletin board on campus. Larry was one of the first to respond, and I had him over for the interview. He was cool, in a very dorky way. He talked about his goals, and his stuff, and nothing about girls, parties, booze or d**gs. SOLD. I really never saw much of him in the beginning, I was working and.