Can you give me a minute?”Giving him a minute she bluntly asked, “Jackson, do you want to fuck me?”At her bold question he dropped the boxes of ...underwear he was counting on the floor, scattering pairs of red, black, white, purple panties of various sizes all over the floor. Allie tried not to laugh as he scrambled around picking them up and just stuffing them in boxes, making quite a mess.“Miss Whitfield, I... I... I…” he stammered unable to make a complete sentence.“It is Allie,” she said as. She was young, perhaps only twenty years old. Her eyes were old, and she gazed around the bar with an unreadable expression. She was attractive, by anyone’s standards, slight and lithe in her short black dress, which clung tantalizingly to her body, enhancing what it touched. Men smiled hopefully in her direction, but both their smiles and their gazes slid off her as she walked on by, ignoring them. The crowd was young tonight, but well dressed. There would be little in the way of the mindless. Jack wants two, and I think that’s a nice number. But we don’t want to be parents to teenagers in our fifties.”“My dad was a parent to a teenager when he was almost 70!” Stephanie added.“No thanks!” Veronica exclaimed. “Is your mom his second wife?”I smiled, “No, he married a girl twenty years younger than he was. It mostly had to do with his time in the Navy during World War II, and then the OSS, and then the CIA. He didn’t marry until he left the Agency.”“Wow, he must have some amazing. Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep." "No problem man, no problem. I wanted to give you a blanket, but…" I stop and smirk. "Didn't want to get the blanket all filthy… you know?"He looks at his bare chest. "Oh shit. I'm sorry." "Hey, don't sweat it. You enjoyed yourself, that's cool." "I should get cleaned up. What time is it?" I glance at my watch. "Half past ten." O, shit. Should get going soon then." I get up from the comfy chair I had been sitting in all this time and sit down next to him..