They clung to me like a pair of Daisy Dukes, so tight I could not manage to fasten the snap at the waist, I only manage to pull the zipper half way up.... Willie did not provide me with a shirt so I sat with the shorts on as Willie fumbled around in the back of the house. House is a stretch, it was a four room apartment, rather crowed with furniture and clothes. When Willie finally did make his entrance I was shocked to see that all he had on was an oversize t-shirt. Willie assured me that our. Smiling for the first time,Stuart told him, "You know, Danny, if you wore a short skirt and highheels, I'd probably marry you," finishing with a chuckle. Danny lookedstartled and dumbfounded, an uncomfortable silence descending on theoffice. Realising he must have crossed a line and caused some offence,suddenly concerned about being accused of bullying and harassment, Stuartstammered out,"I mean only because you look after me so well. Just platonically ofcourse. And forget about the skirt. I was shocked n asked her how d u know me…. she said its all magic. She said that she is married and asked me whether i like to meet herI said first let me see your face means she said dont worry I am pretty good looking woman with nice size n any man would like to sleep with me at least once if u see me you will also think the same i said ok then when n where shall we meet she said to come to paradise restaurant the next day in the afternoon i was surprised to see who she was n next day i went. I didn’t bother with a t-shirt, not when it was that hot. In my neighborhood, everybody’s house had nasty little aluminum frame screen doors. I hated knocking on them because it sounded like beating the crap out of a garbage can. Instead I shielded my eyes, pressed my face against the screen, and announced myself.“Hey Jason. Wanna play pickup?”When my eyes adjusted from the bright sunlight, I saw his sister Julia laying on the couch reading a book. A tight white t-shirt, hiked up to expose her.