It was hard to tell as it was so dark. Pulling up next to him, I looked around. He had chosen his spot well. The entrance to the car-park was a good d...stance away, leaving us in near pitch blackness. My heart was thumping, my cock aching in my tiny panties. Getting out of his car I saw him for the first time. He was about my size, 5'10", short grey hair and average build. The typical elderly man you pass in the street every day. He wore a long black mac which he started to unbutton as he walked. I picked up the phone, dialed his number, and waited.“Hello?” He sounded as if he had just waken up, the poor thing!“Hey, it’s me…look, I’ve been stressing lately, about this fucking test and I feel that I just need to have a chat with you, you know, to ease my mind and all that.” I was hoping that he would give me some kind of encouragement, or at least some advice!“Babe, I know what will ease your mind.” There was a light, knowing tone in his voice. What was he up to? I was curious to know.. It was Sylvie, her sometimes good friend. Right now, she had a tickling urge to dunk her freckled, pixie face into a toilet. “Hello Number 7,” she said, tilting her chin towards her name tag. “Hey! How's it going?” Sylvie asked, so giddy she was almost breathless. Mia took a hard swig from her glass, gulped and replied, “Oh Lord! I am having the BEST time. I just can't stand it. Bartender, keep them coming!” Sylvie, the decidedly shorter of the two, rolled her eyes. “Oh, dear,” she exclaimed,. He found some cosmetics andthought to himself that he might as well do a reasonable job rather thanlook like a boy wearing lipstick. He made up his face as best he couldand thought he looked quite reasonable. Then he combed and brushed hislong blonde hair so it curled underneath at his shoulders and had afringe over his eyes. He went back downstairs carefully, not wanting totrip up in the unfamiliar heels."You look great," said Freddy. "Glad you kept the raincoat on, it is verygirly." OK so.