The little dirthole we just left was called Woodville. Sign boasted eleven hundred people. I thought I came from a small town, but this place made it ...look like a sprawling metropolis. It wasn’t all bad, though. I got a danish inside the coffee shop we stopped at, and it was a little stale, but it was blueberry, with lots of that white sugary stuff on it, which makes up for it. The grannies were all waiting inside the shop for the driver, blowing on their tea, and talking about their churches’. We will call him 'Mike'. Mike said, "Are you sure? You look like someone I went to school with."I responded, "I'm only seventeen; I really don't think we went to school together!" I was laughing as I said this, because this man was clearly older than me so there was no way we could have gone to school together. The conversation progressed and eventually turned into getting to know each other better and him giving me a ride. I wasn't quite ready to go home, so we agreed on going somewhere a. As her slacks moved down her thighs, he leaned forward to kiss the exposed skin. His lips were soft as they followed her waistband down her thighs, over her knees and down her calves. He did not know when she had removed her shoes but was glad. Her slacks slid easily across her ankles and off as he tossed them aside. She could hear his breathing, shallow and rapid, but could not feel him until his lips touched the sole of her foot. While she was ticklish, this touch did not make her wiggle away. She was ready to escalate a formal complaint all the way to head office... until everyone laughed. Even the only two other woman in the whole office didn't share her disgust but joined in the laughter. One of them jokingly wrote that suggestion on the board. Next to "Give chocolates" was "Blowjobs from Allison", which also found itself in the meeting minutes and it spiraled out of control from there as the site manager approved the idea and Allison's own manager approved her time off from her.