I dressed in a short skirt and let the knickers off. The top was tight but then ever top is tight with my tits. I had one drink only and was legal to ...rive and I set off to the same car park. Once there I parked up and waited. It was a dry and reasonably warm night, if there is such a thing in this country. There was a couple of cars already in situ but again I didn’t want to get out, I just made sure my doors were locked and I was safe inside. There can’t be many lone females that go to these. "No, ma'am, not at all," I replied shamefully for I knew that this was true - in my youth I'd measured myself often enough after reading the letters pages in Mayfair, Men Only and other magazines of that ilk. She giggled - yes, she actually giggled - and then suggested that hanging fishing weights onto it might help! "If you like," she went on to say, "you can come round to my place and I'll instruct you as to how to put them on. Maybe I should have a word with your Mistress about it, eh?" She. It doesn’t mean that I’ll have to get out the shovel and do the driveway and the sidewalk. It certainly doesn’t mean I’ll be sipping any fucking tea in front of the God damned fireplace. Snow can kill me. I’m a forty six-year-old woman. I am statistically dead in the middle of middle age. That means that there’s usually no room for me in the homeless shelters. There are two types of shelters. The juvenile homes that cater to teenagers and runaways have not only no room for me, but they can’t. “I hope I didn’t drool all over you,” she said.Tommy made a production of checking to see if his shoulder was wet, then shot her a grin.“Not too bad, and I guess it’s okay, because I drool anytime I think of you,” he replied.His comment was the opening she had been waiting for.“So stay the night with me, Tommy, and we can do something about that,” she said earnestly.Tommy shook his head.“I want to, but we probably better wait a while for that, Connie, this being our first date and all.”Conchita.