"Nobody will see."He tugged gently at my fingers, coaxing me to my feet and I shrugged and smiled, standing up slowly and leaving my purse along with ...my drinks at the table. Stacy's stuff was there anyway."Okay," I agreed. "Just a little."He led me towards the wall, where the booths were, and he had friends, a pair of twenty-something guys like Lance. They were half drunk and smiling, making room for us. I ended up in the middle, of course, with Lance to my left and Derek on my right. He was. You were at the end of your freshman year and staying on for the summer with a waitressing job down the hill. Could you move in right away? I said yes. Now I see you in the distance and you see me. We walk faster and then slow. You stand inches from me – beaming. ‘I’ve been waiting for you, Daddy.’ You take my hand. We walk home together. It will be a very warm night. ——————– I can feel you trembling. Your hands are against the big tall old Victorian mirror in the front hall and my left hand. She had on a robe and some lace stockings. I get inside and she says off the bat money on the table, so I put the $100 on the table and kind of stood there. She asks if I’ve ever done this before and I respond no never, she then asks so you’ve never been with a girl like me? I said no I haven’t this is my first time. She told me not to be nervous that I should relax and take a seat on the couch. I sat down and she walked in front of me and dropped her robe exposing a sexy lingerie top and. This was worth a closer look and staying on the pavement I was able to drive around in back and park next to some other junked cars.The place looked utterly deserted and abandoned but you just can't always tell about these sorts of places. Junk collectors can be a tad eccentric, and the owner might even live on the premises inside the old garage, so I banged on the back door with a bent piece of rusted tailpipe for about five minutes and then did the same at the front door. No answer. Odds were.