Anyway, she refused to return my papers again, and we were both crying, again, and we said goodbye, again. Except she added, "Lee, don't call me until...you're ready to trust me." Which meant, ready to be humiliated, I understood. The last thing she whispered I wasn't sure I'd heard, for months. "I still love you."I worried about her concern for a purge all weekend. The only thing I could think of was that she planned on exposing me, and wanted that for evidence. Well, I could get around that --. She discovered they were permanent bows, sewed together. Bob had learned to have that done the first time they had been worn. It was amazing how often a simple bow just fell apart for no reason in a car wash. The top was made of two triangles that covered her nipples and went a little way under her breasts. Her cleavage was bare and she could see almost all of the sides of her breasts. It turned out there were strips of some kind of sticky plastic on the sides, to keep them from sliding off of. - And how was the negotiation?- I was a little scared at the end, when the manager tried to harass me!- I knew it! I knew he was a womanizer! I know his wife. She isadorable! Did he do something to you?- He just tried. I showed him my fangs and he almost pissed on hispants. Then he behaved better.- That's good. What car did you bought? I saw you looking at two cars, asmall one and that monstrosity of motor home.- I bought both of them. I will go home in the motor home and tomorrow Iwill come. When she didn't answer out of sheer shame, he moved his hand around her front and started to rub at her clit – slowly of course."Grandpa! Grandpa please!" she moaned, tears of frustration glazing her eyes."Please what?" he said, rubbing her clit between his fingertips and thrusting a little harder."Please fuck my young tight pussy faster! Shove that monster up in my pussy and shoot your load in my hot slit, Grandpa!"Desperation was laced in her voice. She had no idea where her words were coming.