The guy TOLD you up front that all you had to do if you didn't want to see him naked is leave by a certain time! That's, what, four hours from now? If...an old guy wants to perve on me in my bikini, at least SOMEBODY is! Michael's right -- you guys are chicken-shit."Michael, realizing that his position was being supported by Heather's girlfriend, stuck his head out the door. "He's got a hot tub and a sauna -- and his house is air conditioned!" Jeez, everybody knows you only wear a towel in a. Their dirty laundry was in a pile in the corner, I couldn’t resist.I went over to them and picked out a pink thong, I didn’t know whose it was but it smelt good. I put the thong back on the pile and went over to the drawers, I opened them one by one, checking under the clothes to see if there was anything there, unfortunately there wasn’t, I pulled the bottom drawer out a little too far and it dropped of its runners, I pulled it completely out so I could fix it and that’s when I saw them, it. And why get out? Even if he’s going to put me through some kind of field sobriety test, wouldn’t he want to see my license and registration first?He shines the light over at Hugo. “You stay there,” he says just as abruptly. This is going to be an especially unpleasant traffic stop, I think.As I open my door I hear a couple of soft clicks, and then I twist to set my feet on the ground and Hugo seems to explode out the other side. Oh, Jesus, why couldn’t he just do what the cop said?—And the. After a few days eating at the diner, one of the waitresses expressed an interest in getting to know me better, very much better. I wasn’t ready for that, there wasn’t room in my heart or mind for any woman other than Jess. The work wasn’t that hard but there was a lot of it. I was putting in 3 to 4 hours of overtime a day. John asked me to work most Saturdays too. It was okay with me, it kept my mind too busy to think about Jess. I had been there for about 3 months and the work was becoming.