"He'd been resolved to tell her things would stop at this; he had to save his job and must leave for home – no more toying."No need for that, Miss,"...he said, sipping his espresso. "There are no bruises at all, I'm fine."She rose from her stool and walked over to him. Her hand was a sudden blur when she slapped him full in the face."You don't understand," she said, calmly. "Get rid of that robe and turn around. Please."His head spun. The suddenness of her violence stunned him as much as the blow. The girl laughed at him contemptuously, first staring and thenpointing at the man's ridiculously vulnerable tackle and smacking her lips,rubbing one finger in the shiny pussy-crease of her pants: the shamelesstemptress! The man was smitten, bedazzled by her female sexuality and I feltmy face go hot with shame for the poor man as his male urges betrayed himand his penis grew longer, dangled more, and then reared up in a massiveerection. The shame belonged to every man! One could see why he. Im a beautician. I've only been doing it forabout 4 years but it's not doing too bad. No, you're not boring me atall hun. I'm really glad you're telling me about yourself. Im enjoyingit, really I am," I tell him as he smiles at me. He smiles at me a lotbut why did I just say Im a beautician? If I started working about fouryears ago that means I must be 20 now. A 20 year old smoking female.This is so mad."Im glad......listen babe, I know we've only just met. I mean, I don'teven know your name. I ordered a quick bite at the bar, then hit the ammo shack for another full load, plus whatever else I could find space for. I hustled back to the clubhouse, where I had left all my protective equipment, including a flak vest that managed to go unnoticed when I turned in my military gear. I donned my vest, ammo belt, radio, knee, shin, and elbow pads and waited for further instructions with my helmet and gun on my hip. My stomach was churning with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I had.