Sound advice.It was around lunchtime the following day when I got a text telling me an enquiry had been made, I eagerly clicked the link to get a mess...ge from a guy called Mason, he has a job interview tomorrow and wanted to stay local so he was fresh for it. From his date of birth I could see that he was just 18 and from the mandatory picture attached he looked quite sporty. He says he enjoys good company and just wanted a relaxing evening before his interview.On the face of it he sounded ok. There was more there.’ He was right, of course, but she could let him know that. She couldn’t let this get any further. ‘Are you going to say anything?’ ‘How much was the test?’ she said. He shook his head. ‘I don’t care about the test. I want to know if I’m right. Was there something more?’ She sipped her soda, trying to dodge the issue. ‘Why don’t you slow down a little,’ she suggested. ‘You don’t even know me.’ He took a swig of his beer before speaking. ‘Okay, you mentioned a babysitter. Do. When she put her cell phone away, she came out of her pocketbook with two condoms in her hand. She held them up to show me. Lady S then reached into her purse again and came out with a tiny sewing kit. She plucked a sewing needle from the kit, and then began punching holes through the foil and spearing through one of the condoms over and over. She smiled while doing this. Lady S then approached me with both condoms, and put them behind her back. She mixed them up behind her back, then came out. He was glad he'd stuck to the punch; apparently the bar mixed them pretty stiff. "What's in this stuff, anyway?" Don't know," Mike admitted. "All Carrie has ever said is that it's based on some sort of German forty-rod that Helga imports from the Black Forest." He laughed, and went on, "There was the year that someone got the bright idea of making the punch out of equal parts of tomato juice and Budweiser, with a little steak sauce and celery juice for seasoning. There was something in that.