’ He said, then he handed me a card. It was in a little plastic folder. ‘You must keep this.’ ‘Why?’ ‘It is your reward, you must have it ...with you to collect.’ I stuck the card and folder into my shirt pocket, started to walk away. I turned back to say something, the old man was gone. ‘Fast little son of a bitch.’ I thought, then I headed for the corner store to get a bottle. I was opening the door when a motion caught my eye. I looked down, a $100 bill was flipping down the street in the light. She must have already seen herself in the mirror inside the bathroom. I now took out the gold chain and put it around her neck, and then my hands went down and clasped her around her waist. She took her hand bringing it to my face drew it close to her and we were cheek to cheek. Her breathing was heavy. I turned her around and looked deep into her eyes. She shied away with a smile. I took her by her chin and drawing her close planted a kiss on her lips, with a slight hesitation. “Are you sure. Give me a moment. I want to see myself in the mirror."Marie got up and slowly walked over to her closet Mirror. She continued to smile as she looked at the reflection of her magnificent body in the mirror while caressing herself her silky smooth soft skin with her hands. The mirror on the door reflected a full front view of her and seeing the full back side of her at the same time made this an extremely erotic sight for me. The marks on her breasts made an indelible impression in my mind. I. Debbie accepted it with her eyes on the floor. Taking a long drink she didn't feel anything. All the alcohol had numbed her taste buds and she had no difficulty in swallowing the drink without stopping. The glass was removed from her hand and she felt an arm moving around her shoulders. She smelled cologne that was unfamiliar. Her eyes remained focused on the rug while a hand slowly came around her chest and cupped her right breast. One part of her said fight, but the alcohol said don't fight.