I'm 29, almost 30. And thank you so much for getting the money from Evans 'the shitbird' and for paying the rest of it off." "Don't thank me yet, swee...ie. That was a loan. Keep going." The drinks came and we 'Salud'-ed our glasses. "Well, I was getting tired of my fucking husband cheating on me. Then he was stealing from me. And I was getting real tired of him hitting me... Anyways... Caught him with my sister and that was the last straw. The divorce was finalized two years ago, I got screwed. To be honest, Abby paid and bought the new tyres. I put it together ... the engine ... drove it home.”George said, “First years have to live on campus.”“I’ll be year Three after I test out of One and Two.”“You sound smugly confident.”“Just the facts.”She turned to me, “Gonna gussy the ‘34?”“Yes,” I said, “and you, sweet sister, get to help me sand this down to primer.”“What?!?” she said, “Me? Surely you’re joking.”“Nope ... you’re paying for tyres.”“OH!” “Okay.”“Wanna check out the garage?. Glad you could make it. We have a lot of work ahead but perhaps wecan have the occasional fun." And as he said the his deep blue eyesseemed to penetrate me and I wondered if he knew I was gay and had had acrush on him for the last two years.As we drove to his villa on the coast near the Yumbo Centre ( I had beenthere before and had enjoyed the gay bars and clubs, sometimes dressed asmy other half Janine). We talked in the car about the research workahead, a book he was writing about the rise. I realize when the dance is finished that he has a huge hard on, thats the pushing, and I mean huge. I felt a bit horny, but hey, theese guys are over 60, not really the ones that turns me on. I was actually aiming for my husband when Bob asks for dancing again. I said ok. This time he was more demanding. His leg brushed my clit all the time and I was scared that my dress was showing to much. I was getting horny for real, my niples went hard, I was getting wetter and this guy never wanted to.