”I smiled. Finally!!“Sure thing, Mr J.”So we walked down the road to his apartment. We entered his place in silence. “Um, Mr. J could I get an... extra top or something, you can see mine’s pretty dirty.”“Yeah, her cupboard’s locked. And she has the keys, so, why don’t you just take – this?” he said, and he tossed me the shirt he was wearing. He looked pretty fit for a 42 year old guy.“Why, thank you.”I turned around and rook my top off. I didn’t need to look back, I knew he was staring at me. I. "And step on it...it's almost dusk." Still not payin that kid, huh?" he asked, as he put his cab in gear and we took off at the speed of arthritic tortoises."Shut up," I advised him."So what do you think about this Y2K thing, Ms. Morrison?" he asked after a couple of miles."Couldn't happen to a nicer civilization," I replied gruffly. And the rest of the drive passed in silence."Here we are," Ms. Morrison," he said later."Thanks," I said. "Wait here." Sure thing," he said. "But wouldn't it be. "Well, to keep things interesting," Joy replied, "we just agreed to a side bet ourselves." But I know that Joy is still pissed at Maid Ramona, and she wields a mean whip when she's pissed," Carol explained. "So, we decided on your first proposal. Joy is betting that Bill will cum first, and I am betting that Ron will lose his load first. The loser of our bet will lick the winner's pussy." Carol paused momentarily, and then added, "And Joy's an expert cuntlicker!"The boys were now in a 69. Finally, Wanda said, “Isn’t this place amazing?”Glen nodded. He said, “I have a hard time believing that the staff agrees to the costuming.”Cliff smiled and answered, “They are all a family. They got the idea from an uncle who used to work in a really fancy restaurant in Savannah. He was always complaining about how the place had changed in the late sixties to a more modern and politically acceptable attire. When that happened, tips went to hell and he had to quit to take a different job to.