The skirt came to just above the knees, revealing beautifully shiny copper coloured tights. On her feet, the high heeled sandals were a criss cross of... black leather straps that fully encased her foot but with enough gaps to show fairly large sections of skin and toes. My god they were sexy. Then she turned her back to me and I almost died of pleasure. They were not tights but fully fashioned, fifties style, seamed stockings. These are my favourites, which I always wear myself when I am having. I usually accepted rejection like a gentleman but my one pet peeve was for a woman to string me along while expecting me to spend time and money on her. One time I'd spent a whole pay check to wine and dine this bitch. We went to this exclusive nightclub after dinner where there's always a ton of people waiting to get in. I tipped, or rather bribed the doorman a hundred bucks to get us in. Not ten minutes after we were seated the bitch let herself get picked up by some other guy and dumped me!. ‘I bet I miss it just as much,’ the young man replied. ‘I wish I could come live with you.’ ‘I do, too,’ Lois said. ‘That would be wonderful.’ Then she smiled. ‘I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.’ She got out of bed, slipped on her robe, and headed for the bathroom. ‘What would you like for breakfast?’ she asked over her shoulder. ‘More of what I just had,’ Dennis replied, smiling. ‘Later,’ Lois said. ‘The way we’re going, I’m afraid you’ll wear me out.’ ‘Not likely,’ Dennis said. He sat. What would be wrong with five hour shifts instead of seven? Tick tock. I bounced on my toes, too hopeful against another knock. I just wanted to get home and get into a bath. Tick tock.Quitting time. I practically tap danced as I rushed out the door. Sergio was making some overacting cougar moan. That was so gross. I liked making people feel good but too many idiots crossed those wires with sexual attraction. Uh. Humans.I smiled as I slid into the break room and unbuttoned my smock. It was nice.