"I'd Love to Tom. Lead the way,” I answered.As we walked I pulled out a crumpled pack of Winston’s and offered him one. He accepted and I lit his,...and then mine. “Tom, where do you work?” I asked. “Right here in town. I own the deli down on Court Street,” he told me. “I love that place, I’m in there once a month for fresh bread and I love ya’lls fresh sandwiches. Oooh, and those pickles you make, those dill pickles, are out of this world. I buy four big jars every time I go in,” I said. When I’m almost close enough to touch her, she turns away into the corridor. I follow her, watching her hips sway, unsure whether she is exaggerating her movement a little to tantalise me. it certainly arouses me.At the door to the ladies’ bathroom she pauses and glances back at me, a Mona Lisa hint of a smile on her lips. Then she slips inside.I arrive at the door just moments later, and check both ways before following her inside.She’s stood facing me with her hands on her hips and I can’t. It occurred to him that Nicky’s body would be as bare as his own. He had started the previous night wearing brand new pajamas instead of his underwear, which had been his habitual sleeping garments until then. The PJ’s and his sleeping on the sofa were to be expected, since she and he were supposedly going to be sharing the apartment strictly as roommates, to their mutual financial and other benefit. Nicky, however, had other ideas about the sleeping arrangements and what they would be wearing. And I was about 5 ft. tall. I had long brown hair. The long hair turned out to be bad at times. On many dates the guys would pull me by my hair. It was a very hot summer day. Ben and I got into the car and drove toward the hotel. Part way there I told him that I was very nervous and I was worried something would go wrong. Ben told me it would be alright because he would be in the room so nothing could happen to me. Just knowing that calmed me down a lot. When we.