He was growing more irritated and bored with the waiting; he glanced back toward the house, but he heard nothing promising a diversion from that quart...er. Rick made a mental note to stash a pint of liquor in his saddlebags before the next meeting; he would never start smoking again just for something to occupy his time, but he wasn't above taking a sip of something medicinal now and then. Thinking about the cigarette addiction he'd quit in Asia reminded Rick of one of the clever ruses he and. I never forgot what Lynne had told me the night of Adrienne's birthday, when I apologized for not having maintained contact with her even though Stanford was fairly close to Cal. She'd said, "I'm sorry, and you're sorry. So now that we're done with that, how about we forget about it and get to the fucking?"THAT was the side of Lynne that had come out over the last few days. We didn't talk much. Well, we talked a lot, but most of it was meaningless chit-chat. Neither of us broached the subject. We headed out to get some dinner, I asked her as we walked if it felt odd feeling the breeze on her freshly shaved pussy and she smiled, so did I. We had a lovely dinner where we kept the conversation fairly normal and then we wandered down the road to try out some bars. The first one was a bit of a letdown but the second one was fantastic. Small, intimate and full of great spirits and with a friendly barman who knew how to mix great cocktails. We were sat on barstools at the bar and as we. ” she told me.“I had a good time too Jasmin.” I replied.“Look, call me Jazzy, everyone else does.” she asked.“Ok, I will.” I responded, opening my door.I walked around my truck, opening the door for Jasmin, letting her out. I walked her to the front door, where she paused to fish her keys from her pocket. With keys in hand she turned to me and stepped close, putting her arms around my waist and stepping up on her toes. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers softly. For close to a minute, we.