The two looked to be feeling pretty good. "Sit with us and have some wine young man." One said. I thought why not and they poured me a glass as I admi...ed the tits. The two made no attempt to cover or hide their tits. We began talking. The ladies flirted with me and I flirted back all in good fun. Again, I was not a granny chaser nor go for married women and did not think this would go any farther than what it was. I was on my third glass and feeling really good when the conversation turned to. I sent you another, and gave the waitress the nod to say from whence it came. You turned slowly on your swivel bar chair and looked over the rim of your glass as you held my gaze. Then you put your glass on the edge of the bar and did something I have never seen you do. You uncrossed your legs, and re-crossed them. And I knew why you had made the little trip. Game on, Sharon Stone. You thanked me for your drink and we exchanged a few pleasantries. Cool, but flirtatious. Hot, yet publicly. She loved having money for little extras, not just the necessities of life.She had walked for a mile or so when she heard a motor- car coming up behind her in the distance. One didn't see too many of them so she knew by the sound. She walked to the side of the curb as the road was quite narrow and then as she thought it was about to drive by, to her surprise it stopped!She looked to her side and it was the stranger! He had the top of his car down. It was a beautiful automobile, a dark British. Accordingly your high bid for the property cannot be accepted and the under-bidder now has the next legal claim to this property. We are sorry that we cannot assist you further." A middle-aged man with a suit, probably Kathy's boss the COO or even the bank manager opened the door for the unhappy gentlemen to make it clear that the meeting was over."You'll be sorry you crossed us you assholes ... and you too bitch!" The third rejected buyer, the rougher looker Hispanic male shouted as he.