Tonight, she would be offering it to him. And he would take it and more. Hi, there, she said, her voice smooth and deep. It went straight to his groi...n, but he just stared at her. My name is Liz. Whats yours? Ahriman. She would learn that name soon enough, but it was not to be said outside of the house. Out loud, he said, Drake. Can I buy you a drink? Sure, she said, leaning her elbows on the bar. Sam, Vodka straight up. He turned toward her and sipped his gin. Ive been watching you, he said. The back side had no obvious doors, just two horizontal stripes of old factory windows, separated by a stripe of courrogated metal that was painted in alternating blocks of pink and purple. The front side was the same, except for a tall protuberance a third of the way from the loading dock end. It looked like a cross between a garden shed and a clock tower butted up against the main wall, with the creepy Mom's logo-head at the top of each side, staring out as if keeping watch.The main entrance. As I talked with him, I was also picking up pretty unmistakable vibes from him, sexual vibes. I have crossed the forties mark in my longevity but, well, I still look pretty decent. In fact, I think I look pretty good and enjoy dressing to accentuate my looks. Since you can't see me, I'm five-four, blond hair to the shoulders, green eyes, spec-out at 36-26-36, they're C-cup and, yes, they're nice, some curvature underneath but no sag, really, with small pink nipples that get hard at the tiniest. I hope you won't have a problem with this, Charley. I have sort of a date with a man, this Friday. OK?"I had got used to the idea from hearing Auntie Marie talk about it for months, but still, it was a funny feeling when I realized that she was actually going to start dating. I tried to think it was nothing, but it wasn't that easy. The night came and I endured saying hello to him and watching as they drove away.The house seemed overwhelmingly quiet as I ate the pizza and then turned on the TV.