It was Corbin. She opened wide and invited him inside. He was carrying a brown paper bag. The caramel-skinned, man was still dressed in the same dappe... dark green Zoot suit and shiny black Stacy Adams penny loafers. “Come in,” offered the barefoot Lana. “Thank you, ma’am,” Corbin responded with gratitude. “I just need to slip on my shoes and I’ll be ready.” “It’s cool. The bruhs flaked out. When I said it was Dutch treat, they s**ttered like roaches.” “Oh wow,” the five-foot-eleven inch. "Must we?" Alicia asked."That is the agreement." But you didn't quite succeed did you? We wanted him ruined. Kicked out of that stupid job he cares about so much for one thing." Julie said."I'd like to see the bastard dead." Alicia shouted."A week of mental torment followed by a complete physical transformation. A breakdown is certain, maybe even a suicide." The man said, firmly."Is it?" I asked."Yes." He said firmly."We're not convinced. We think you might be putting one over on us." What?". “You want to suck on these, don’t you, you pathetic slut.” I quickly answered appropriately and her eyes lit up and a small l laugh filled her small frame and shook her breasts in an intoxicating fashion. Then she back toward the other end of the warehouse and let out a loud whistle. Immediately, a car’s engine came to life and lights came on as it moved toward us. It stopped with the back door even with me.“Crawl into the car and sit your butt on the floor. Face this door then lay your. Eventually they discovered it but we never talked about it in the open. I still think back to those days and wish technology was better because if it was I would have recorded it all and would jerk off while I watched it. But I still have the memories tucked away in my mind and I still get hard and jerk off thinking about them. Here is what I remember: A: The oldest and the one who introduced me to voyeurism/exhibitionism. She was a life guard so she always had tan lines. She routinely would.