On the bottom he printed his cell phone number and “call me” but nothing else. He put it in an envelope and slid it into her car window a couple o...f nights later. The next morning a text arrived. “Who is this?” “A concerned neighbor.” “What do you want?” “I thought I made myself pretty clear, call me.” A few minutes later his phone rang with an unfamiliar number. “Hello.” “Who is this?” “Now is that anyway to greet someone? You can call me Mr. A. What is your name?” “Amanda but my friends call. My next question is why and how were you talking to the delivery guy about dogging? She looks at me with her slutty smile and says that she sucks him off in the back of the van every week when he comes and said about the dogging place he goes to for sluts like her. So how old is this delivery guy? I asked Hayley. I don't know like 45 ish. I don't ask questions when I'm horny. You know that. I knew exactly what she was like. i asked where the site was and I knew the area a bit. Then asked if. Foster. Through the crack of the door she could see him sitting on the bed, staring at her. His robe was open and she could clearly see his erection pointing straight at her. Her eyes shot wide open in fear as she reached out and slammed the door closed. The door bounced open again even wider than before. She tried to cover herself with the wash cloth as she slammed the door shut and made sure it latched this time. “Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod…,” her mind raced a mile a second. “He was watching. The slurps and wretches I could make out from here, the filthy sounds carried by the sedated breeze. I could not hear his words but his moans said all that I needed to know. She knew too I assumed because she quickly stood and turned, pulling up her skirt and spreading her cheeks wide to the cool touch of the icy air. He wanted to finish inside her quickly, probably realising the time and needing to get back to his woman. Gripping her waist he waited for her to reach down and guide his eager.