The older man was organized and efficient. He worked quietly on his own, not pausing to see who the stranger was.The woman, approximately my age, was ...curious. She stopped in the middle of the lube job she was doing and walked over to me."Something I can do for you, mister?" Naw ... just lookin' around." Nothin' much to see here," she said idly as she walked back to the lube rack.I watched her for a few minutes, wondering just how much she knew and if she could be counted on to do a job. Emily tut-tutted over the damage done to her clothing, eventually discarding the panties and bra as beyond use, handing Lucy the rest. She slipped her jeans on, and shucked the sweatshirt to slip Emily’s scrub shirt on. It appeared that Emily had a larger bosom than Lucy, as the scrub shirt draped loosely over her bust. She tucked the scrub shirt into the waistband of her jeans, tied her shoes, and stood.“I cannot go back there, all the nice memories of my life with Martin, well, I’ll never. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.“I better let her in.” He opened the door and she threw herself into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly.Emily pulled back and placed her hands on his chest giving him a look as if she was going to cry. “Oh Wolfie, I’m so sorry about Charlie. It was such a shock to all of us,” she pulled back and began fixing his hair unruly air. “My dad said you were back in town,” she started smoothing out the wrinkles on his shirt. Hicks was a wreck by the time I finally made her stop.??Now, he is in his 70’s, but she worked on him for over an hour without any results, and he’d gone flaccid and looked like he was going to have a heart attack, before I stopped her. She had brought him off in the past, so it was obvious that she was just teasing him and didn’t want his spunk shooting down her throat this time. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, girl??Beatrice’s eyes lowered to the floor and her face turned a slight shade of.