I walked to the side of the truck and looked up into a pleasant looking face with a big smile. He looked to be around 30 at the most.“Car trouble”... He asked.“I am out of gas”, I answered; “and I do not have any cash or credit card on me. I am looking for a ride back to the beach, where I can get all the help”.“No problem”. He said with a grin. “I am heading that way, hop in”.“Thank you very much”. I was humble, “Just one minute please; I have to go get the car locked. I am sorry, I left the. "Let's give him a good show Baby" I said as I reached out to unwrap the towel. "So, what do you think of my outfit?" I turned around to show him the back, then knowing that my poor excuse for a dress was going to rise up enough to give him a terrific view of my ass, I bent over for him. Meanwhile, this gave the neighbor a very clear view of by breasts through the see-through material in front. "I think you look like a dirty little slut. Let me show you what happens to dirty little whores" he. I brought along a prototype of our barcode scanner to show them and they were favorably impressed. Cathy had done a bang up job assembling the scanner which looked and acted just like a production unit. There was a computer in the manager's office which was hooked up to the internet so I could demonstrate our system.I had them prepare a shipping label with a barcode that they weren't using. I gave him a web address to send the file to and in short order the information showed up on his. Fair enough," I replied. Do your homework carefully," I demanded.Lucas was probably the only one I knew who kept office hours. He also visited lock up almost every night to post bail for some sleeze. No wonder he had hired a young guy right out of college to serve the court papers. He was riding the empire he built from hand me downs. He had paid me off, but he was likely to still be paying Ed for the bail bond business. It was nothing to me but a curiosity.He went back to his morning coffee.