The girl got her share as well, for some reason I always managed to trap the bottom of my short skirt as I picked the goods up after she had rung them...into the till. She usually stared at my bald pussy as I slowly counted my Euros out of my purse with one hand as the other held the bread etc. (and my skirt). On the Friday night I was having a ‘wet’ dream when I woke up with what I thought to be a burglar in the room. I lay there frightened but quiet, hoping that whoever it was wouldn’t. I first told them exactly what I thought of Marines, then as a bonus, I made a few pithy remarks about their Mamas and Harley-Davidson motorcycles.The biker sitting closest to me took exception to all three things I said. He jumped off his stool and glared at me.“Stand up and say that, asshole,” he said through gritted teeth.I stood up all right, but instead of saying anything, I hit him with an uppercut that started down at my socks and ended on the point of his chin. He grunted and dropped. 'Overall I would say this is brilliant Jamie. This should pass no bother.' Said Miss Gentleman. She smiled. She had always liked Jamie. Smart funny and a good person. She trusted him more than any other pupil she had ever taught, often leaving him in charge if she was required to leave suddenly. She thought momentary she caught Jamie looking down her top but shook it off.'Nice one. Thanks Miss, I was just nervous about it. I was wondering, seeing as Harry and my parents are away, and as a thank. The clip ended and he cleared out his cache before turning the machine off and going to bed. He did love Sylvia, he thought as he got settled in bed, and knew she loved him. Sometimes, though, in the dead of the night, when it was quiet and dark, he feared that she wouldn’t when he told her. * * * * ‘I’m so glad you came, Sylvia. The party wouldn’t have been the same without you. I just wish you could stay longer.’ Patti gave her sister a quick smile as they drove to the airport on a gray.