Those words she did say were as polite and restrained as she could let them be, but Cherry was far more affable."Nice weather, isn't it?" she'd say. "...Are you going to do some gardening? Those geraniums you've got are fantastic!" Or she might comment on how well Jennifer had her hair cut: "You must give me the name of your hairdresser!" Or compliment her on her dress sense: "That's an Agnes B, isn't it? Or is it Christian Dior? What really? Neither of them! I wouldn't believe it possible!" Or. "Ah, Summer, glad I caughtyou in your office." he boomed. "I've got an urgent piece of industrialdetective work for you, and I can make it well worth your while.'Rick sat up straighter, tilted his Fedora further back on his brow, andtried to keep the avaricious gleam out of his eye. "I'm, ah, pretty busyat the moment, Mr... What did you say your name was?"The man smiled. "Arnold Scrooge!" he replied. "And I just happen to knowthat you have very little in your casebook, at this present time,. He pulled out and began to shower as if I wasn't even there. He hadn't told me what to do with his cum so I kept it in my mouth and kept my eyes on him waiting for further instructions. He showered only briefly and stepped out of the showers without speaking to me at all. I was locked in the cage with a mouth full of cum and totally clueless as to what to do next. After all the players had left the coach came into my stall. He pulled his cock out and started to masturbate only inches from my. "Dave hugged her, "I'll look for you at the rink." He then kissed her cheek softly before he said goodbye to Simone. John gave Simone an unaffectionate hug before they walked away.Dave waited until they were outside and well away from the mall before he turned to John and asked, "Jesus, dude, why did you tell her we had to go to the game tonight? The coach didn't mention anything about that."John shrugged, then replied, "I don't know. I got a bad feeling about those two."Dave stopped and stared.