Don’t know why no one was home but it just felt right I guess. He was wearing a white t-shirt grey and white basketball shorts and white socks. I ha...d never seen him in street cloths since I always just saw him at work or with work type cloths on. But he looked sexy as hell in those shorts. He started to untied the waist band strings and that was my cue. I walked over towards him and assumed my position on my knees. He dropped his shorts to the ground. He was about to take of his green and blue. My friends behind me seemed quite content to busy themselves with the sensitive bits below my navel and Roberta had assumed an almost opioid induced focus, her shoulder moving up and down following the lead of her hand. Her face always maintaining the narrow gap from mine. I desperately wanted to savor the moment, but like I said, I’m pretty much an addict in these matters and I began obsessing on what was to come next.“Stop.” Roberta’s lucidity came out of nowhere. Seemingly, lost in self. He even crossed his hands onhis lap. She put herself in a highbacked armchair across from him,calculated to reinforce the impression that she was in command. Thewoman let him sit there, obviously squirming inside, while she kept herchin up and gazed down her nose at him. The aristocratic pose enhancedher image of authority. Not until she estimated he was at his mostuncomfortable did she speak."Because you have responded so positively to your treatments thus far,"she began, "it has been. She always wore the same perfume not sure what it was but it reminded me of something you would smell in the air at the mall. None the less I always knew when she would get on the bus if i was not paying attention. She would always wear something conservative. Nothing to outrageous. One day a sweatshirt and jeans, another day a t-shirt and capri pants and deck shoes. Today though was different. I got on the bus and went straight to the back and sat next to window like I always do so I can view.