“Hey, cutie. When you're done daydreaming I’ll have a Vodka and Coke,” a voice called from near the bar. “Cute ass, by the way.” I turned qu...ckly, I had finished stocking shelves a while ago, I had mainly been stood rethinking my last fuck. I was blushing as I turned to face the guy in front of me. The voice was that of a male's, he was sat at the bar, confidence and dominance practically radiating from him as he flashed me a smile and sent a wink my way. I nodded, blushing and served the man. I don’t know how to describe it. You’ll know once it’s your turn,’ Shane said and ran his hand through his hair. ‘Just breathe,’ Derek suggested as he shrugged into the jacket of his tux and fidgeted with his tie. -2 hours later- ‘Are you ready? Because it isn’t too late to stop this,’ Peter asked Ayla. ‘I’m ready.’ Ayla’s voice was a firm whisper that shook just slightly. ‘You look beautiful, just like your mother when I met her under the Chuppah,’ Peter said softly as they walked towards the. We arrived at the court and my former attorney, the slimy little bastard, was waiting at the doors for me. Michael Fowler was a short, balding, greasy little man in his late forties with just a bit of a paunch. His suit looked as though he had slept in it and over all did not inspire confidence. He was about to get a rude awakening.He came walking up to us "Alex, I'm so glad to see you weren't hurt. What happened? Give me their names and I'll start on the suits as soon as we finish here. If Shirley wanted me to stop, next time, she'd have to say so, in plain English. No more subtle signals that I would graciously try to read, looking for my stop-sign.If she didn't affirmatively push me away, my intention was to push on.But the next time I saw Shirley wasn't really the "next time" we'd be together and alone. She dropped by my house, early-early on the first day of the semester.When I answered the door, I momentarily didn't recognize her. She was dressed in Standard Coed Outfit.