I was helping them and they were helping me, I got a petrol allowance paid by the client and also usually a tip.Well anyway, things were going along n...cely, I'd been doing this about 5 weeks when I met her.Clara is her name although she insisted on claire as I got to know her better.She was late 60's plump jolly old girl, originally from Ireland, always had a nice smile for me, we got on very well and I loved chatting with her.She was pencilled in for a hospital visit, it was a hospital quite a. All rights [email protected] Tish FM 1by Leslie LoweSynopsis: A gal named Tish succinctly answers a cry for help from asister t-girl in extremis.Hi Tish,I auditioned for a part in our company's little theater group. It's asecret way to climb up in the organization, because the CEO is a big fanand sometimes takes a part in the plays herself. The play this time was"My Fair Lady" and I auditioned for the part of Professor Higgins,although I would have been more than pleased just to get. Naïve, perhaps, focussed certainly, but not a fool. Equally certainly he was a heterosexual male, even though most of his drives were sublimated into care for machinery; he'd just never had sufficient motivation to make the effort to approach any of the young women that surrounded him at Uni. So he did begin to wonder whether the car was all Petra was concerned with when he noticed her around; she'd abandoned the baggy tops and shapeless slacks she'd always affected. Wearing clothes that. My arms reached out trying to find Kevin, but he was gone. He had become nothing more than a dream and I whimpered. I needed him back, I needed him in me, even if only in a dream. I closed my eyes, trying to bring his naked body back between my legs, his hard cock ready to fuck me, but I was unsuccessful. Laying my head firmly against the pillow behind my head I sighed. It was no use, it was gone and I was not going to get it back this morning. I would have to wait until tonight to get him.