" Of course not," he said. "I just need to send a few emails and then wecan go."I tried to fight the urge but couldn't. So I said, "I'm surprised youd...idn't say anything about what I'm wearing."He gulped. "I was worried about saying the wrong thing, so I didn't sayanything." You can tell me, don't worry, I can take it. It's just for a joke, tomake you laugh. I didn't know it would look like this until I tried it on,and you called me before I could change out of it. It's pretty bad, isn'tit? I'm. Now this is a kinda true to life story, or maybe I'm just shucking, you just never know.I'd rented an ole shotgun place a few years back, wasn't much to look at, but it was out in the sticks so was good for my intended purposes.It had a big ole front room which was quickly turned into a practice room for my band. I'd tacked egg carton baffling up on the south wall as that was the general direction of my only neighbor who also happened to be my landlord.Said landlord was a mighty tree stump plug. She said nothing. She did nothing. And neither did the crowd of guys around her...at first. I could tell that the guys didn't know what to make of this woman - should they touch her? Should they present their cocks to her? Walk away? She gave no indication that it was acceptable to do anything, so the crowd waited and watched...until one of the bravest - overcome by the urges of his cock - moved in, dropped to his knees, pushed up her dress - revealing her bare, trimmed pussy - and buried his. Bloom,’ Ruthie answered. ‘I just want to deposit this money in your bank.’ ‘Come into my office and we’ll take care of it there. You too, Mr. Jenkins,’ he said to the young man. As other bank employees and customers stared, Pam and Ruthie and I crammed the money back into the box and all of us followed Mr. Bloom into his office. I was wondering what would be the reaction when I dumped out the money from the plastic garbage bag, which was probably even more than what was in the box. ‘Start.