.. artfully conceived as a way of convincing himto behave without letting him on to her real motive. Yet the odd thingwas, that despite the fabricati...n she had just laid out for him, thereasoning had the ring of truth about it. Something she would have tocarefully consider for later.Sandy looked on, wide-eyed, through the whole exchange. She had listenedto it all without saying a word or interrupting. She couldn't believeit! She would have caved instantly under his pitiful pleas for. . I could see she was moist. I could smell it in the air; I could feel in my penis, an echo of the last time we made love. She smiled at me and commanded me to come closer and kneel before the bed... I did so, following orders as she commands me was something I always found such a big turn on... she stood up, so her crotch was right in front of my face, I went to lean forward, to kiss her, but she stopped me. She told me I couldn’t touch... yet.... I kneeled there, as. “I never take a drink off a man whose name I don’t know.”I smiled back. “Well in that case my name is Neil.”“Well Neil, I’ll have a vodka and tonic, no ice please.” she said, again flashing a smile at me as she spoke. I beckoned the barman over. “Vodka and tonic, no ice for the lady and I’ll have a Southern Comfort and lemonade please.” The barman shuffled off and busied himself making the drinks, placing each one down in front of us. I handed him a fiver and mumbled that he could keep the. “You’d hire someone taller to open the store in the morning,” Burl said repeating a conversation that took place nearly every morning.“I hired a new girl. You might want to stop by and meet her. She’s real cute,” Mrs. Temple said.Burl frowned. Mrs. Temple was one of a number of store owners who was always trying to fix him up with young women. Half in jest, he mentally refered to them as the gray haired matchmaking brigade. They meant well, but young attractive women had their sights set a.