"Not once you get hold of me!" They laughed more. "I want you to try them on." Together, they disappeared into a changing cubicle. The door closed and... Eliseheard a shrill feminine cry, followed by giggling and knocking. Normally, shewould have moved closer while pretending to browse; she often enjoyed listeningto the couples when they disappeared like that. Today, however, she had somethingmore pressing on her on her mind. She looked over at the security guard. He glanced surreptitiously. I recognised him from the cafe that afternoon he had been sat outside alone reading a book whilst having a couple of cups of coffee, he had smiled several times at me and we had exchanged a bit of small talk nothing much but he did interest me.So back to the night in question I agreed to play the game and we began to talk and play pool, nothing much at first just the usual , where you from what you do etc, then he asked about boyfriends , my friends, I had my own questions it turns out he was. “I need to shower then I’ll be with you,” he said. His hand cupped the back of Melissa’s head and he dropped a tender kiss on her forehead. From his briefcase, he retrieved a hand-written note and handed it to Melissa, winking at her before he ascended the stairs.Melissa read the note as she walked slowly to sit on the sofa while she waited. A smile broke out on her lips and she found herself biting the edge, she remembered what had happened last time she read something similar from him but on. It had problems. It would hardly ever start. We had to push start it pretty much every time. After that, it ran like a dream.We decided to strip down the carburetor. Mike's dad had a big garage and loads of tools, so I went over one day to start on the business. Mike wasn't home. I knocked at the back screen door as I always did and Mrs Jones came and opened it, as she always did, but she was dressed in her underwear. Black bra. Black panties. No clothes.She said "Sorry, Mikes not here but come.