”“That explains it,” the woman said.Dexter said, “Oh. You want to know if I’ll be her date, right?”“Yes,” Samantha said.“It’s not ... real date, is it? I’m not divorced yet, you know,” Dexter said.It was strange, but Dexter didn’t feel comfortable going out on a date until his divorce was final. He didn’t have any problems with guilt concerning his visits with prostitutes in Nevada, but that was just sex. A date kind of promised more.“No, it’s not a ‘real’ date,” Samantha said.“Okay, then I’ll. I immediately clapped my hands over my mouth and all action ceased.“M” and “J” looked at each other, hugged, drew out a long, delicious kiss, and whispered my “punishment” in each other’s ears.They placed me on my back. Each took a leg, straightened it out to their mouths, and slowly sucked my toes. I squirmed and bucked, but I didn’t want them to stop. Down my calves they went. They nibbled, kissed, tasted, and delicately scratched me. I writhed and moaned and flexed my back up off the. " What?" Now it was her turn to be the confused one. "Why would Colin lie about that?" He didn't lie," I said reassuringly. "I'm assuming Colin got his intel from George. And he didn't know we had split until we caught up while fishing on Friday." So when we...you know. You weren't..." she trailed off again."No. Nor am I the kind of guy that would ever cheat. Your conscience should be clean."Skye looked at me for about thirty seconds, trying to determine if she thought I was telling the truth.. “May I help you son?” She asks and smiles, instantly putting you at ease with her grandmotherly charm. You smile.“Yes ma’am, I’m looking for a costume.” You say and she gives you a sarcastic look.“Of course you are, this is a costume shop after all.” She chuckles softly as you blush. “Just ignore an old lady’s attempt at humor son, what kind of costume are you looking for?” She asks and you scratch the back of your head and shrug.“I really don’t know.” You reply. The little old lady eyes you up.