After several months of me going there, our talks became a bit flirtatious. Nicole would complain to me about how her feet hurt and that she could use...a massage. I would usually smile and tell her I'd be happy to give her a massage anytime, but she wouldn't actually pursue it. Fast forward to this past Thursday and I go for my weekly pizza lunch. Nicole looked really sexy, she was wearing yoga pants that really showed off her big ass and her top was lower cut than usual showing off her ample. He might still come over, she reasoned. She had to talk to him. What would he do? Would his mom convince him that she was a slut? No, he'd never think that about her. She got angry as she stood in the hot water. Stupid bitch, she thought. What's her problem? I can't believe this crap.When she got out of the shower there was a message from Ryan on her machine. She hadn't heard the phone ring in the shower. He was still coming over, and he hadn't sounded like anything was wrong. His mom must not. So here he is trying to solve it for me.”Bjorn listened to this explanation then gave a little shrug and said, “Okey, dokey. Sounds good to me. Let’s see what Sherlock Holmes has come up with.”Once all four of them were standing in silence in the back recesses of the church building Jamahl looked straight ahead at the cream coloured wall facing them and asked, “Well, what do you see, guys?”Without any prompting from each other they all responded in unison with, “A WALL!” Then they looked across. Tiffany better get her soon. That outfit is going to look great on the floor.”She beamed, noticed the wine, and poured herself a glass. We stood there drinking our wine, and making small talk while we waited, but you could feel a tension in the air.“So, is that skirt yours?” I asked as I stared at Mindy’s legs.“Yes. It’s too small, and I almost didn’t bring it.” She said as she subconsciously tried to smooth it down.The knock at door startled both of us, and then we chuckled at our own.