0 comments/ 47035 views/ 0 favorites A Passing Fancy By: Anne_Onymous Let me begin by saying that this is a true story. Also let me warn you that my writing style may not be to your taste; it's fairly journalistic and I tend to shy away from graphic descriptions. I assume the reader has a working imagination and can fill in any details I may gloss over. That being said, here we go... Since I know this is important to some readers, let me briefly describe myself. (Feel free to skip this paragraph if you want. It's not central to the story.) As of the time of this writing, I'm twenty-one and about to enter my final year at a small, private, southern California college. I'm majoring in English, so if you notice any mistakes... um... let's just call it artistic license, okay? I'm Asian (American-born Chinese), 5'2" tall, slim, pretty, and of course, modest. On with the show... Shopping Spree: All of the events described in this story happened during the summer break following my first year of college. I was born and raised in a small town in Wisconsin and was staying with my parents for the summer. I'm sure anyone who has ever lived in a small Midwestern town can tell you that there really isn't that much to do there; at least that's been my experience. My hometown is no different, so I looked for any excuse I could find to get out town as often as possible. A few of my high school friends were students at the University of Wisconsin and, more than once that summer, I used them as my excuse to go to Madison for a few days. For those of you who have never been to Madison, let me tell you that it is completely unlike the rest of the state. Madison is very liberal, very young, and very "progressive". It's like the Berkeley of the Midwest. After having spent the school year in California, I felt more at home in Madison than in my hometown and took every opportunity I could to go there. On one occasion, I told my parents that I was going to Madison to visit my friends for the day, but I have to admit that I really had other plans. As I mentioned, there wasn't much to do in my hometown that summer. Add to that the fact that my boyfriend was halfway across the country and you can understand why found myself masturbating in the tub almost every day while my parents were away at work. This was all good, clean fun but I like to have something in me when I do it and there really wasn't much around that fit the bill (believe me, I looked). So I decided that I would go to Madison to buy a dildo. I checked the Madison Yellow Pages at the library and took down the names and addresses of a couple of adult bookstores. Armed with these and the excuse of visiting my friends, I set off to do the dirty deed. The perfect crime! I drove to Madison and went to the one that had looked the most promising, the Red Letter Bookstore. It had a small parking lot off the main street and, after driving around the block a few times, I got up the courage to pull in. This was my first and last visit to an adult bookstore. If you've never been to one, you're lucky. Creepy is the word that best describes the experience. Everyone was ashamed to be there and no one looked at each other as they were shopping. I was the only woman there, the other customers being mostly normal-looking guys. I felt very awkward and ashamed the whole time I was in the store but, as long as I was there, I was determined to do what I had come to do. There was an adult toy section in one corner of the store and after hovering around it for a few minutes, I walked over and started looking around. There was quite a selection; more than I had counted on. I hadn't really thought about what kind of dildo I would get and I didn't know which one to choose. The one thing that I knew for sure was that I didn't want to have to come back to this place to buy another one, so I ended up going a little overboard. Better safe than sorry, right? Let me describe the dildo that I chose, since it plays a central role in this story (and others). It was twelve inches long; thick but not too thick; made of soft, flesh tone rubber; and the base had a molded rubber scrotum that was concave on the bottom so that it could be used as a suction cup (I thought this would be handy in the tub). But the funniest thing about it was... it was "pose-able". You could bend it any way you wanted and it would hold its shape. This was the surrogate boyfriend I had selected. When I think back on it now, I can laugh, but at the time it was not nearly so funny as it was excruciatingly embarrassing. Here was this tiny Asian girl, all of one hundred pounds, walking up to the counter with her single purchase: the largest dildo in the store. I was dying inside, but I handed over my money, not looking up, got my change, and headed back to the car. Mission accomplished! (As a side note, people to whom I've told this story always seem to want to know if I still have this dildo. The answer is no. I got curious one day about what was inside it, so... get ready to cringe guys... I cut it open to see. There was a thin, hollow, flexible aluminum tube that ran down the center of the dildo. After I pulled this out, it just wasn't the same. I now have a more reasonably sized replacement an ex-boyfriend bought for me.) Road Trip: I had a lot of fun with my new toy that summer, but the sexiest, strangest, stupidest thing I did with it had its beginnings in the drive back home from the adult bookstore. As I drove through Madison on my way out of town, I managed to free the big dildo from its shrink-wrap. I placed it on the passenger's seat; hiding it under the black plastic bag the clerk had put it in. When I got on the highway, I pulled it out and placed it on my lap. I was amazed at just how big the thing was and was really looking forward to trying it out when I had the chance. There weren't many cars on the road, so when I was a safe distance from all other traffic, I picked up the big dildo in my right hand, brought it to my lips, and began sucking on it. I continued doing this whenever I was out of sight of the other drivers and I ended up sucking it all the way home. Doing this made me feel incredibly slutty and very excited. Over the next few weeks, I played with my toy in every way imaginable (no, I won't describe this!). One thing that I learned in those few weeks was how to take the dildo down my throat without gagging. I had to work at this, but it wasn't really all that hard. I got to the point where I could take about nine or ten inches down my throat without any real trouble. I tried as hard as I could to get the whole thing down, but the end kept hitting my vocal chords (maybe? I don't know anatomy all that well) and it wouldn't go any farther. Still, I could hold the dildo by the base (above the scrotum) in one hand and take the thing all the way down my throat until my hand hit my mouth. This was an incredible turn-on for me since, due to the perspective when the tip was positioned at my lips, the dildo appeared impossibly long to me. With practice, I was able even to piston the dildo in and out of my throat without gagging. (Needless to say, this has proved to be a valuable skill.) Now for the main course... Later that summer, I had planned a weekend trip to Chicago and as I was packing I thought it was probably a good idea to take the dildo with me, since I didn't want my mom stumbling across it while I was gone. So I packed it along with my other things, got in the car, and took off. After I was out of town, I took out the big dildo and put it on my lap, just as I had before. And, just like before, whenever there were no other cars to be seen, I had the dildo in my mouth. This time, though, I was enjoying practicing my deepthroat technique as I drove along the highway. Of course, as soon as a car came too close, I'd pull the dildo out of my mouth and place it back in my lap. As I got farther away from home, I began to think, "I'm never going to see these people again. Who cares if they see me!" I began to get bolder and bolder with every passing mile. By the time I got to Chicago, this was what I was doing... I would watch my rearview mirror for cars coming up on me from behind. (I tried very hard to make sure there were no children in the car before doing this, mind you.) When a car got near enough and was getting ready to pass me (it was a four-lane highway), I would pick the big dildo up with my right hand just above the scrotum and take it all the way down my throat until my hand hit my mouth. Then, as the car passed me, I would slowly pull the dildo out of my mouth so that the people in the other car could see how big it was. I would then begin pistoning it in and out of my mouth, taking it in completely and pulling it out completely each time. I continued doing this until the car had passed. Most people didn't even notice but there were some that definitely did! The reactions were different for different drivers. One car hit the brakes and held back from passing me (they obviously didn't approve), many honked and waved, many stayed right alongside me to enjoy the show, one car even passed me, pulled over to the shoulder, and passed me again for an encore! In retrospect, it was pretty stupid since I was potentially opening myself up to violence if some nut decided to follow me all the way to Chicago, but luckily no one was that nutty. All in all it was a very exciting performance, not only for my audience, but for me as well. It's something I still get turned-on thinking about. Epilogue: While in Chicago, I put on another brief performance with my costar. For a short time, I actually walked down a Chicago street while openly sucking on the tip of my dildo. It was truly a surreal moment, everyone looked but no one said a word. After a short time, I hid the dildo back under my coat and went on my way. A Passing Fancy I heard your shower running as I walked along the sidewalk under your bathroom window. Since the shades were open, I was curious and stood near the street, sheepishly looking up, wondering if I'd be caught. When you opened the shower curtain, you didn't disappoint. You are beautiful, curvy, luscious. You pulled your hair back and toweled off, paying extra special attention to your breasts, but I couldn't imagine that you would actually bring the nipples to your mouth. You must have heard me moan, wishing I was doing that to you, because you suddenly turned and saw me. I felt like running, but I was pulled in -- and surprised -- by your smile. And by you continuing to lick and suck your own tits. My hand unconsciously went down to my pants and started to rub my crotch. Your hands disappear below the line of the window and I see you closing your eyes, your shoulders rolling, your lips opening, your breaths sharpening ... I, too, am rubbing myself to the same rhythm, hard through the fabric of my blue jeans. I see you shudder ... and cry out -- for the first time I hear you truly moan -- and shake. Almost instantly, I feel a warm, wet feeling between my own legs. Suddenly aware of myself, of what I'm doing, I'm embarrassed. You giggle. You lean toward the window. "Looks like you need a shower now, too," you say. I walk -- run? -- to the front door of your apartment building. The buzzer already is ringing. I regain my composure, walk up the first flight of stairs and turn at the top, seeing a door slightly ajar. "Either I'm really right or really wrong," I say to myself, as I walk to the door and slowly push it open. I hear the water running in the bathroom down the hall. "Hello?" I say, just in case. "Come on in," you say. I walk in and see you dressed in a white flannel bathrobe. "Dressed" doesn't quite really descibe it. It's wide open, revealing your full breasts and glistening pussy. I half expect you to cover yourself. Instead you catch my gaze as it flickers across your breasts. "Well don't just stand there," you say. "Take of those wet pants and make yourself at home." Who am I to disagree. I loosen my belt and undo my pants, revealing a bulge in my boxers. Now it's my turn to catch you as your eyes take in the ripe cock. "Not yet," I say as I kneel in front of your beautiful mound. My hands reach behind and caress your buttocks as my tongue works along the insides of your thighs. I smell the essence of your womanhood working its way through my nostrils and into my body, making my cock strain against my boxers and suddenly find its own way through the fabric. My tongue now separates your pussy lips and snakes inside you -- but only for a moment. I pull out and trace your slit up to your clit, where I pause and wrap my lips around your hard button. Sucking and pausing. Pausing and sucking. I feel you push your mound into me, your knees buckle, your body shake. You regain your balance and pull my face away from your throbbing clit. My face is glistening with your juices. With one look, we know what we both want. I stand and feel my cock press against your slit as you move up and down against me. I kiss you, with our tongues meeting outside our lips. The thought of you tasting your sweet pussy juices gets me even more turned on. "Now about that shower," I say. You chuckle and you bend over to turn on the water, exposing your tight ass and wet slit. The shower comes on. Hot. Steamy. I let my pre-cum soaked underwear fall to the floor and take my shirt off. Your hands instinctively traces my shoulders, chest, down my abs and into my forest of pubic hair to my cock. You pull me into the shower with my cock. Our mouths meet again, your juices now mixed with the steaming hot shower water. I take your hands and guide them to the shower head and my right leg rests on the shower ledge. Your left leg almost automatically -- have we done this before? -- drapes itself over my leg. With one hand still on your hands at the shower head, I take my other hand and guide my rock-hard cock into your pussy. Slowly. It's only seven inches but inside your welcoming pussy, I seem to take forever. You bite down on my shoulder. Finally buried to the hilt, I pull out slighty and slide back in. Our rhythm picks up and our bodies slam together. Faster. Faster. "Ohmigod!" you say. Thrust. "Ohmigod!" I swear the whole neighborhood can hear us now through the open window. "More!" you scream. "More!" "Fuck!" I cry back. "Ohhh. Ohhh." As our bodies slap together under the water. Amazingly, we move into another gear. I look down and see my rod sliding in and out of your pussy -- faster, deeper -- and I look back up at your half-closed eyes and a beautiful half-smile/half-grimace on your face. "Mmmmmm, yeah, give it to me baby," I say. "Let me hear you cum. Let the world hear you come." I can't hold your hands any longer or you push them away. Whatever. But they're at my ass now pushing me in deeper, setting a pace I've known before. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" you scream. "OhgodI'mcumming!" Coupled with the hot water and your streaming, hot juices, your words sets my cock afire. I shoot into you, holding my position deep inside of you for what seems like forever. Pumping it all into yo, I feel our bodies drain. Our bodies slump together. Only the hot water of the shower seems to keep us up. A Passing Fancy 1964 was a far different world than the one we all live in today. Ronnie couldn't know that of course, he was fresh out of high school and like most young men at the time, there was not a single clue in his mind of what he would do with his life. His world had been school, and work, it was the only world he knew. As far as anything like a social life, there just was not any time and even going to something sports practice was impossible. Growing up on the farm didn't help one bit, the family was dirt poor compared to most of the other kids he knew. Those kids all had parents that had good union jobs in the local paper mill, they were all rich. All his family had was acres and acres of land, hills covered with trees, fields that needed harvesting. A few times each year there would be some money coming in, those times meant a trip to town in the boat. Most of the time when they sold some hay or some meat, they delivered that with the wagon, then led back a Cow or some Rabbits, once it was several Goats. Ronnie grew up chopping wood and milking Cows, using the school bus as his delivery system for the fresh foamy milk to some of his neighbors. Each year he walked the 9 miles over to Jenny and Harry Bodine's place, Harry was crippled with arthritis so Ronnie fell some trees and split it for them. 10 cords of firewood was a lot of axe swinging. But Ronnie just went at a steady pace, stopping only to eat and sleep and after a few days he had theirs done. He just slept each night over there the entire time until it was all done. There were Chickens, too, he carefully gathered the eggs and washed them gently, wrapping them in the cloth he cut from left over grain sacks. Rain or shine, he walked the mile and a half to meet the bus, carrying the big milk containers, or his five gallon pail filled with eggs. Then it was the 20 mile ride to town for school. His stop was as far as the bus could go, there was a big turnaround down by the river, and an abandoned train trestle he crossed to to get to the other side. Sometimes the wind came in off the ocean and over the low hills so strongly he had to crawl across the rickety trestle. Farming meant work, every single day, even on Sundays. Going to school was the only relief, as soon as he got home it was change clothes and back to doing something. Ronnie had saved his money from the time he was big enough to do anything at all, putting it carefully in the big gallon jar he kept hidden in the barn underneath the boards. He had $900.00, far more than his parents even had. That was all that was left after he bought the 1955 Desoto from old man Wilcox that lived on the farm that joined theirs. He bought that the year they put in the road, it was more like a path than a road but then the huge trucks had arrived and dumped gravel on it, so now they could actually drive all the way to town even when it rained. It had taken quite a bit of talking but old man Wilcox had finally grudgingly agreed to the $56.00 he had offered for the old car. All four tires were flat and one fender was pretty badly caved in, plus the engine didn't run. When Ronnie agreed to also repair the roof on Mr. Wilcox's chicken house, the deal was done. Ronnie hauled it home with the Farmall tractor after unstacking a few dozen bales of hay off the top of it. "What the hell did ya buy that thing for?" His Dad had said, looking at the crack in the windshield and the missing wiper blade on the passenger side. He gave out another snort when he walked around and saw the right front fender jammed against the wheel. "I can fix it up." Ronnie had protested, noting his Dad's disapproving look. "Shoulda bought a Chevy, them things use too much gas." His Dad said, then wandered off to do some work. It took six months and lots of effort, but one day Ronnie started the car. It belched huge clouds of smoke for nearly an hour, then settled down into a steady throb once he got fresh fuel and oil to it. The crack in the windshield was gone, he had found one car just like it in a wrecking yard and had raided parts every time he got a chance. The used fender he put on was green, the car was red and white. Gunther Morgan owned the yard, and was happy to have a strapping young man show up to move heavy stuff around in exchange for parts. Ronnie learned a lot about how cars were put together from Mr. Morgan. Now running and driving, he sanded it down and painted it all bright red, the same color as the barn roof since his Dad had the five gallon bucket of paint. It wasn't very shiny but it looked all right. That took several days since he had to use a brush, it was really hard to not have the paint show streaks, but by being careful, he managed fairly well. Now with $900.00 in cash and a car that ran well, plus his high school diploma in hand, he was off to his Grandmother's house in California. There was a Junior college there he could attend for free. He could stay there for free too, that way the family didn't have to pay someone to keep an eye on her. Grandma had a tendency to wander off, more than once a policeman brought her home when she decided to go "home" to her house in Oklahoma. On foot. Ronnie didn't mind looking after her, she was nice to him, always telling him stories. Even better, she got used to him coming home regular as clockwork and she would be sitting there waiting for him, looking out the window. She never forgot the stories, either. He would sit and listen as she told how her folks had loaded up the truck with everything they owned and left their farm. It was impossible to live there any more, the dirt and dust was everywhere. They had to stuff rags under the door to try and keep it out, that helped but it never did stop coming. It would end up in their food, their clothes. Everyone's faces were always dirty. When her Dad was digging a well trying to find more water and all the water he found was mixed with smelly black stuff, the Cows couldn't drink that. There was more of that smelly stuff in the remains of the creek, too. The Cows could drink that but barely, then some of them began to die off. So they just abandoned the farm, loaded yo and moved to California. Ronnie didn't mind hearing the stories over and over, His Grandma had a deep accent and it was interesting to listen. The other good thing was Grandma never forgot how to cook, lord could she cook! There was always food around, she got her military pension from Grandpa having been in the war. He had died fairly young, barely 55. He had sat down one day and went to sleep, just like that. Ronnie always thought that part of that was the terrible burns he had gotten in Pearl Harbor. He had been there that day when the Japanese arrived. Ronnie coming to live with her filled a hole in his Grandmother's life, now she had a man around to feed and do laundry for, so she even quit wandering off. He quickly discovered that $900 was not much money even in those days. It cost nearly $4.00 just to fill his gas tank and his Dad was right, the old Desoto used a lot of it. He needed to find work to help. One day he was out in the driveway trying to fix a fan belt that kept squealing, he looked up and the man next door was mowing his lawn. The guy was very heavy set and he was sweating, he would push for a minute or two then have to stop. Ronnie closed the hood and went over and asked the man if he could help him. The man looked at him and smiled, he appeared to be quite happy to let Ronnie take over. That only took about 30 minutes, he pushed the old reel type mower back to the man's garage after using the hose to wash it off. The man thanked him and handed him two dollars. Ronnie had a brainstorm! Looking up and down the street, everybody had a lawn. More than half of them needed mowing, too. He asked the man if he could borrow his mower, promising to keep his lawn mowed regularly in exchange for using it. The guy said sure, go ahead. He was still sweating and probably would have done just about anything to get out of that chore. Ronnie went inside the house and got a notebook, carefully prepared a stack of neat handwritten advertisers. Then the next day he went up and down the street, handing out the ads to every single house. Most of them turned him down but six of them didn't. One man had a fancy red mower that had an engine on it, Ronnie eyed that, wanting one so bad he could taste it. He was one of them that agreed, telling Ronnie that when he did his lawn he could use the power mower. He was careful to try and do a very good job, in their garage he found some clippers and even trimmed the ungainly hedges and bushes. By the end of the next month Ronnie was one busy boy, getting up at 4 in the morning to get it all done before he had to leave for school. So busy he knew he now needed one of those power machines, because he had picked up several accounts on the next street over. With a power machine he could mow much faster. He found one in a second hand store for $15, it was green and started on the very first pull. It was extremely noisy and smoked a lot but it ran pretty good. The next morning he got up at 4 in the morning and went to work, at the first house the lights came on instantly and he got yelled at. Ronnie hadn't thought about that part. He went back to his house and got the push mower, unhappy. It took him more than two weeks to modify the mower, but when he got done the only sounds it made was a soft whirring noise. It did plug up a bit more often, plus he had to stop once in a while to let it cool off and it was down on power because of the big muffler he put on it but if the grass was still fairly short it worked just fine. After six months he had 44 accounts, Ronnie was making some real money. The grass never stopped growing in California, not like it did back home. One Sunday afternoon he pushed his mower down the sidewalk to the big house several streets over, that lawn was huge! The house was huge, too, it looked odd sitting there up on a small rise, surrounded by much simpler homes. A woman had called and asked Ronnie's grandmother to have him come over and bid the work. Ronnie had looked at the place and told her it would cost $4 per week, expecting the woman who answered the door to say no but she readily agreed. Most of the normal places he charged $1 to $2 each week but this place was big! The lady looked about the same age as his Mom, except her hair was almost jet black and she had a great big chest. She did make Ronnie a little bit uncomfortable, looking him up and down with a smile. So he turned the corner and pushed his mower up the drive. There was a man outside, he was working on a fancy car that Ronnie had never seen before, some low slung sports car. "I am here to cut the grass." He told him. "Oh, for Mrs. Bartholemew? She is out back, check with her." The man said. "What kind of car is that?" He asked the man. "Honda roadster, 1966 model. Cute little car but one cylinder won't fire." Ronnie looked in at the engine, it had four carbs, tiny little things. He spotted the piece of gasket sticking out the side of one of them instantly. "It might be leaking air right there." He told the man. "Well, I'll be damned! I bet that's it, thanks!" He said. Ronnie went on up to the house and around the back. That was when he saw the rest of the lawn, it was at least a half acre. "Oh, shit." He thought. Just then the older woman walked out of the house, across a brick covered deck, and sat down by the swimming pool. All she had on was a pair of tan shorts. Ronnie turned bright red, he had never seen a woman's bare breasts except in some pictures in a nudist magazine one of the boys had brought to school way back, and sometimes in the National Geographic of natives in South America. None of those women had breasts that looked like that, hers were huge, they made her look top heavy. He was just turning to leave when she noticed him standing there. She looked at him for a few seconds, then she reached for a towel and covered herself. "Come on down, Ronnie." Mrs. Bartholemew said. She didn't appear to be flustered. Ronnie pushed his mower down there. "I'm sorry, Ronnie. Did I embarrass you?" She asked with a smile. "I am here to do the grass, I didn't know...." "Relax, honey. It's no problem, men have seen me before. Go ahead and do your work, I will go inside until you are done." "I'm sorry, I don't want to spoil your sunbathing." Ronnie said, looking down. He was having a struggle to avoid looking at her, those breasts were amazing, even covered by the towel. "OK, then. I will get some Sun, you go ahead and cut the grass." She said with a grin. Then she turned and went over to a lawn chair, slipped off the towel and lay back. Ronnie gulped, there they were again. Big breasts, capped with big nipples that stuck out, round buttons on the tip of each one. He turned his back, started the mower. He had just finished the back when the other man came around the corner. He walked right up to her and said something, she reached for her purse and handed him some money. They both acted like her sitting there like that was perfectly normal. Ronnie couldn't help but look at her again, she glanced up and caught him but she just smiled. "All done, honey? Good job. Come on back when you finish the front, I will give you your money, OK?" She leaned back again, causing her big breasts to slide over on each side. Ronnie quickly went around the front, started the mower. The front side was much smaller, still the job took him nearly two hours. Finishing up, he started to go around the corner, then he stopped and carefully peeked first. She wasn't there, so he walked down and knocked on the door. The door was open, but the screen was closed. Mrs. Bartholemew came around the corner, saw him and reached for a towel. She was completely naked this time! Ronnie got a glimpse of a big mass of dark curly pubic hair just before she wrapped the towel around her waist and opened the screen door. "Come on in, Ronnie." She smiled. There was nothing else he could do, she was standing there with her breasts bare, wearing nothing but a white towel and holding the door. He went in, suddenly completely uncomfortable wearing just his shorts. The day was hot, he didn't have a shirt on. Mrs. Batholomew looked at his sweaty chest and got a sly expression on her face, then went over to her purse. She pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it to him. "Here's a tip for you, you did a lot of work." She smiled sweetly. Then she noticed the look on his face. "I hope I am not making you uncomfortable, I like to sunbathe like this and it's really hot out." She grinned at him, raising one eyebrow. "No. It's all right, I don't...I just never saw..." He stammered, not knowing what to say. "God, you are SO cute!" She laughed. "See you next week!" She told him as he beat a hasty retreat. Everything went perfectly normal for the next week, he was getting a little bit behind, though. A few more people had called to ask if he could do their grass also but he just didn't have the time. Between going to classes full time, and mowing grass all day and into the night he was finding himself worn out, falling asleep in the chair at home. "You need to get some help, honey." His Grandmother told him. Ronnie had another instant brainstorm. He asked a couple of guys if they were interested but they weren't. Ronnie was thinking of letting them use his push mower and paying them half. That didn't work very well. He was coming out of class one day when a girl he had seen a few times in the halls came up to him. She was about 5'6", skinny looking with her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She had on slacks and a simple blouse, no makeup at all. She looked to be on the plain side, even homely. "I'm Sylvia, I hear you want to hire someone to help you?" She asked. "Yes, do you know of someone?" "Yep! Me!" She grinned. "You? It's a push mower, I don't think..." "What? You think because I am a girl I can't do it?" "No, it's not that, I just..." That was exactly what Ronnie was thinking. "I pushed my Dad's, I can do it." She got a stubborn look on her face, lifted one arm and tugged her short sleeve back, making a muscle. Ronnie couldn't help but laugh at that. "Well. OK, let's give it a try. I will give you a list to do and pay you half, OK?" "Goodie, thank you!" She seemed happy at that. He noticed she looked almost pretty when she smiled. Ronnie figured she would last about two days. He took her around and showed her a dozen of the smaller jobs, she wrote all of the addresses down in a little notebook Watching that, he figured he had better do the same thing, up until then he had been keeping it all in his head. The next day he knew he was scheduled to do Mrs. Batholemew's place again. It was another warm day, he halfway expected her to be naked or partially so again but she had on shorts and a halter top. He finished up as quickly as he could, she came out and brought him some iced tea which by then he was grateful for. "Say, Ronnie? My mechanic told me you were pretty good with cars, can you take a look at my Honda? Something in the shift lever is all wiggley and he can't come until next week." "Sure." He told her, thinking he didn't have much time because he had several more lawns to do that day. Opening the door, he touched the lever and saw that one bolt had come loose. "Mrs. Bartholemew? Do you have a wrench set?" "Call me Martha, honey. Yes, I sure do!" She retrieved the set and was back in seconds. Ronnie snugged up the bolt quickly, worked the lever and it was fine. "There you go....Mrs...uhh...Martha." He told her. "Thank you, honey. Say, why don't you come back this evening and I will make you a nice dinner for doing that for me?" "I need to be..I have work to do." "Oh, you can't work all the time, is 6 PM about right?" "OK. I guess, I will see you then." He left to finish his work. Then he went over to check on Sylvia, she was done and it was a good job, too. He paid her, then asked her if she wanted to do some more. "Sure!" She grinned. He gave her the addresses, noticing once again she pulled out her notebook and wrote everything down. That evening Ronnie showed up right on time. Martha had on a pretty flowery dress, he knew instantly that her big breasts were unencumbered by any undergarments. She had on a trace of makeup, it hid the tiny lines in her face very well. She looked to be around 50 or so to him. Martha served him a fine meal, New York steaks and all the trimmings. Then she insisted they go sit in her living room and visit. "Thank you for coming by, it's been a long time since I had such a fine looking young man over." She smiled at him. Ronnie blushed right on cue. "That is so cute. You have never been with a woman, have you?" She asked him with not even a hint of shyness. "Uhhh...no...I.." He flushed furiously at that, completely flabbergasted that she would ask such a question straight out. "It's been a long time since I was with a fine strong man like you, I was wondering....?" She was still smiling. My God, he thought. Was she asking...? "Please?" She stood up, then she reached down and lifted the dress over her head. She was stark naked underneath. Ronnie sat there in total surprise, then she stepped over to the chair he was sitting in and reached for his pants. Painfully shy, Ronnie reached out and trapped her hands trying to stop that, but she persisted. He felt himself begin to swell, then he lost control and she had his pants open. Leaning forward, her lips slid over him and he was lost. A Passing Fancy He had no idea what to do, he had heard stories from some of the other boys about women doing things like this but he never believed any of them. "It's so hard!" Martha said, leaning back for a moment with both hands wrapped around him. Then she leaned forward and did it some more. Ronnie lost his virginity that night, not just once but three times just to make sure. She encouraged him to feel her breasts, which he then did with delight. Then he was feeling her big rubbery lips, on instinct he slid his finger inside her, her head tipped back and her eyelids fluttered when he did that. At one point he lay on his back on the floor as she lifted up and settled back down over and over. He watched himself slide inside her, then back out. It was nearly 2 in the morning when he slipped back inside his house. He checked on his Grandmother and found her sleeping soundly so he went to bed. His head had barely hit the pillow when the alarm clock went off. He was finishing up his last morning job when Sylvia came by on her bike. She had on shorts and a conservative halter top, for the first time he noticed how muscular she was. Her abdomen was flat, her skin nicely brown. The halter top lay almost flat against her upper body, the swelling there was very slight. Ronnie looked at her and thought about sex with her for the first time. The thought caused a flush to cross his face. "What?" She asked. "Huh?" Was his response. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked. "I was just...I'm sorry, you look so pretty this morning that I..." Once again he blushed furiously. Sylvia looked at him in surprise, then she beamed. "Why thank you, Ronnie. I didn't think...." "Did you get all the jobs done?" He asked, changing the subject quickly. "Yes, and I could use some more work..if you want." "I need to get you a power mower." He told her. "That would help, then we can get even more accounts." Ronnie caught the "we" part. +++ Two weeks later he found and modified the second mower, Sylvia was now going out and setting up new accounts on her own. She carefully wrote down every single job in her notebook. Ronnie asked her if he could look at her notes, so she handed it to him. She had every single job organized, notes on who had paid and who still owed and how much. Ronnie had never really had any idea at all about that, he just got paid and spent what he didn't save. "I didn't mow Mr. Walker's place today, he owes us $9.00 and always has some excuse. I will go talk to him next week." "Oh, OK." "And we should charge extra for the trimming bushes, some of that takes quite a bit of time." "All right, good idea." He said. "Then there is Mrs. Bartholemew's place, do you want me to do that one? It should be at least $15. I do the rest of that street, it would save you some time." "No! I mean..uhhh...I always do that one." He told her. "Oh, OK. I guess everything is organized then." Ronnie nodded. That night he sat and carefully wrote down all of the jobs he was doing, just like Sylvia did. Each week he went up to Martha's house, did her lawn and every time they ended up making love all over the house after. Sylvia began to do more and more and he began to do less and less. Winters in California are mellow usually, and the grass just keeps on growing. Ronnie was making money, even giving Sylvia half the money. They both had gotten pretty good at figuring the time and fuel it took do do each account. She even collected from Mr. Walker, she told him they were going to charge him interest and that did it. Then came Spring Break. Ronnie knew he could not go anywhere, he had the work to do. He spoke to Sylvia about it, she wanted to go to the beach, lots of their classmates would be there. They decided to team up and work deep into the night, get ahead so they could take the week off. For nearly two weeks he had no time to go see Martha, that made him a bit uncomfortable because he was now used to regular sex. She acted upset with him when he showed up to finish her yard, then told her he didn't have time when she wanted him to come inside. It didn't help matters one bit when she looked out and saw Sylvia helping him mow the oversize yard. That day was hot, Sylvia had on snug white shorts and a matching halter top, Martha saw her lithe body and had instant suspicions. She gave Ronnie a scowl, he saw that but knew he had work to do. Finally the day came, they loaded up in his old Desoto and drove the 150 miles down to the beach. The motel room they rented had two beds, and they had decided to share the costs. "Wow!" Ronnie exclaimed when she came out of the bathroom wearing a snug bathing suit. It wasn't a bikini type since only a few women dared wear anything like that in those days, but it also didn't hide very much. Her waist looked like he could almost circle it with his hands. He had now been noticing her for quite some time. Ronnie had on his bathing suit on, off they went to the beach. The party was pretty drunken, they always are. A couple of the women ended up topless, almost outrageous, and lots of couples were slipping away into the darkness. It was well after midnight before they got back to their room. Sylvia went into the bathroom and changed, she stuck her head out and told him to turn his back. He did, she slipped out and climbed into the one bed and turned away while he undressed to his briefs and climbed into the other bed. He woke up later, hearing a sound. She was headed for the bathroom, he got a glimpse of her when she turned on the light and shut the door. All she had on was a tank top, for a moment he saw the outline of her breast and a glimpse of her partially bare behind. A few minutes later she cracked the door open and looked over at him. "Are you awake?" She asked softly. "Yes." "Don't look." She said. "Why not, I want to!" Ronnie said, feeling bold. She giggled at that. "I am skinny and flat chested, don't look." She said again. "You are beautiful!" Ronnie told her, sitting up. All he could see was her face peering out from behind the doorway. "Ronnie! Darn it, I need to get to the bed." She said with another small giggle. "Oh, come on out." He told her. There was a long silence. Then the door opened slowly, she stood there with the light behind her. Her slender body was outlined, she was beautiful standing there like that. They looked at each other for a few moments. "Come over here." He told her. "Why?" She giggled. "I want you to, I want to be with you." "Ronnie! I..never have." She said. "It's all right, come here." She switched off the light, walked over to his bed. He reached up and took her hand, she sat down with no resistance. He slid his hand underneath the tank top, sliding it upwards to find her bare breast. The swelling of her breasts were slight, her nipples very hard. Ronnie rolled first one, then the other gently between his thumb and index finger as she sat there and allowed that. She took a deep breath and sighed, then stiffened, but didn't move. He stroked her side up and down from her hip to her breast, she just sat there and shuddered. Then he slid his fingers into the waistband of her thin panties. "God. Are we going to...?" She asked. Ronnie pulled the covers back, tugged her into his bed. She lifted her legs and slid in along side him, reaching down quickly to tug the covers up. He leaned over and kissed her, for a moment she didn't respond, then she was kissing him back. He again tugged on her panties, she lifted her hips to help him. He ran his hands up and down her body, getting another shudder from her. His hand slid down between her legs, found her sex. "OH!" she said, pressing her legs together in resistance, but his hand was already there. It only took a few moments, she relaxed and allowed her legs to part slightly. Her outer lips were thick and full, the pubic hair sparse. She was becoming damp very quickly. Sliding his index finger inside her with some difficulty, he curled it upwards, repeating the motion several times. He lifted his finger gently upwards, feeling the inner ridges. Her hips had lifted in an involuntary motion when he slid his finger inside. He began to gently repeat the motion, feeling her inner muscles clamp down and then relax. Martha had taught Ronnie very well. Sylvia let out a groan and then her hips began to thrash. Ronnie could see her eyes squeezed tightly shut even in the darkened room. Reaching down, he pressed his briefs off, kicking them off his legs. Her eyes opened wide as he slid up on top of her, finding her vagina he held the lips open with two fingers and pressed. Sylvia let out a grunt, lifted her hips slightly. For a moment she stopped, then Ronnie felt her body open and he slid inside. "Oh! That..hurts!" Her body went stiff. "I'm sorry, I will stop." He told her, drawing back. "NONONONO!" She reached around and grabbed Ronnie's fanny and tugged firmly. He felt himself slide back inside her, more slowly this time. With all of the practice he had learned from sex with Martha, he began to move inside her ever so slowly. For several long minutes, they worked against each other basking in the sensations. Then she reached up and pulled at him, her hips came up violently and she left out a long moan. Her slender legs were powerful, she actually lifted his much heavier body off the bed. Ronnie felt her body begin to spasm, that set him off, he had no way to control that any more. They lay that way for a long time. There was no blood or any more pain at all. When he did soften and slip out she acted like she didn't want him to. Ronnie was happy, she had felt so much tighter than Martha, that was very noticeable. After sex with Martha he had always felt uncomfortable, always wanted to leave quickly. Now he wanted to stay right here, be just like this forever. "God, we did it! We actually did it! That felt so good!" She said, burying her face in his chest. "I love you, Ronnie!" She told him. He hugged her close to him, sex with Sylvia had been very wonderful. So completely and totally different than with Martha. He felt her hand reach out to touch him, tentatively at first, exploring. He began to swell again, she held him snugly, giggling as his erection grew in her hand. The next day he had her down on her back playing with her tiny little tits, rolling each nipple between his finger tips. Looking down, he saw her outer lips were nicely swollen, so he leaned down and nuzzled her. "Don't!" She muttered. "Why not?" He asked her. He knew that women really liked that, Martha had told him so. "It's...dirty." She managed, but she was already relaxing, feeling the sensations. "No it's not, it's fun." He began to lick her more firmly, pressing her legs open. The taste of her was also completely different, it was clean and almost sweet, so different from the more musky scent he had become used to. Sylvia again squeezed her eyes shut tightly, soon she was moaning and then she exploded. "I never knew." She said after, lying there soaked in sweat. "Never knew what?" He asked her with a grin. "Oh, just shut up and hold me." Sylvia returned the favor a short while later, hesitant at first, then once she got into it she actually climaxed when he blasted off into her mouth. Then she jumped up and ran for the bathroom, her hand covering her mouth. She spit his seed out into the sink, running some water to wash her mouth out as he roared with laughter. "That wasn't funny!" She complained, but she had a grin on her face. "Yes it was!" He laughed. "Some of the girls at school told me about doing that, but I thought I never would. Then I..wanted to. It wasn't so bad." "I really like licking you." He told her. "That's good because I like that too!" She grinned, then she piled on top, pressing herself against him. Ronnie rolled her over, got her on her knees and elbows on the bed, then slid inside her from behind. He could reach down and roll her nipples while pounding her from behind, she was gasping loudly. All of her former modesty vanished, at one point she sat in the lone chair across from the bed, naked. She spread her legs widely, reached down to pull herself open, staring at him to see his reaction. His reaction was what she expected, he lunged up off the bed as she took off, squirming away. They were making one hell of a lot of racket. Someone pounded on the door, yelling at them to hold it down. The Spring Break vacation became a bit of a bust, he and Sylvia only left the room to eat. They got some funny looks when they arrived at the little 24 hour cafe at 3 in the morning, Ronnie in his shorts and a T-shirt and Sylvia in just the tank top, nothing at all underneath. Sylvia had simply forgotten to put on her panties. The waitress had a smirk on her face as they shared a plate of biscuits and gravy and some hash brown potatoes. She kept looking at Sylvia's obvious nipples poking out, and the way she kept tugging at the bottom of her tank top. "Good thing nobody else is in here." He told her. She just giggled. She sat as close to him as she could get on the way home, constantly nipping at his ear and neck. +++ Back home, things did not return to normal. Ronnie did his accounts and Sylvia did hers, but each time they got close to each other they ended up out in the bushes making love. The first several days they must have done that a dozen times. Ronnie would finish up one job, then roll the mower down the street to find her sitting there waiting. They couldn't go to her room because it was an all girl's dormitory, and he couldn't take her home because of his Grandmother. So it became a game to find places, like under some trees down by a tiny creek, in some bushes at nearby park, even in the garage at one of their customers who was always gone to work. Ronnie had almost forgotten about Martha, until he looked at the schedule Sylvia had prepared for him and saw it was her place third on the list. He saw Martha look out the window when he began the front yard, once he finished that he went around the back, expecting her to be there. She wasn't, he was almost grateful for that. Then just as he was coming down the last area closest to the house, she appeared in the doorway. She beckoned him to come in, so Ronnie shut off the mower. Martha looked to be fresh out of the shower, her hair still looked damp. All she had on was a towel, wrapped around her waist like he had seen her so many times. "I have been missing you, honey. How was Spring Break?" She asked. "Fine, it was a good party." He managed. "Well, I am glad you are back, I really need some good loving." She grinned, stepping towards him, dropping the towel. Ronnie realized he didn't want to. All he could think about was Sylvia. "Martha, I....." Was as far as he got. "OH!" He heard the voice, and turned. Sylvia stood there in the doorway, shock on her face. Her hand came up to her mouth, her eyes flooded with tears, then she turned and ran. "Sylvia, wait!" He called after her, but she didn't stop. "What in the hell is going on, Ronnie? Have you been cheating on me with that bimbo?" "I..Martha, I..." "You little fucker, you little shit! Get the hell out of here, you bastard!" She yelled at him. Ronnie got the hell out of there, reaching out to grab his mower handle and drag it along behind him. "She doesn't even have any TITS!" Martha was screaming as Ronnie ran up the hill. Sylvia was out of sight when he got to the top of the walkway, his other mower sat there. Ronnie sighed, grabbed the handle of it and dragged both of them home. For the next two days he looked for Sylvia, he couldn't find her. He called the building where she lived but they had a community phone out in the hallway and everyone who answered told him she wasn't there. He waited outside several of her classrooms, but she never came out. After more than a week, and after fielding several upset phone calls from his customers, he went back to work. He was sick inside, he loved being with Sylvia, there was now a huge hole in his life. +++ It took nearly two more weeks to catch up again, and he never went back to Martha's house, he knew he probably did not dare do that. Once he went by her place, he had to to reach the accounts that Sylvia used to do. The grass was taller than he had ever seen it, some young man was out there with what looked like a tiny little tractor cutting it. He had another brainstorm. +++ Ronnie managed to graduate, his grades good enough to get his Associate's degree but that was all. He knew they weren't good enough to get him into any major college, though. Instead he took the money he had saved up and bought an old pickup, and a small trailer. Then he managed to acquire some better landscaping tools, and a small riding mower. In short order he was bidding jobs, putting in shrubbery and lawns for new construction. He began to build rock gardens, those were now the coming thing in California. Business was good, Ronnie buried himself in the work. He hired a couple of Hispanic men, they both always showed up on time and worked hard. He did not date at all, not one time over the next two years. In the back of his mind, Sylvia was there. His dreams at night nearly always involved her smiling face. The way she moved, her easy manner and the way she seemed to always know what to do about everything was there in the back of his mind. He had spent weeks looking for her, causing his grades to suffer, his business to suffer. He had looked until he ran out of ideas, places to look. She had just been there, he had never thought to ask about family, where she was from, and no one would tell him anything. Time heals all wounds, is the old saying. Ronnie didn't heal at all. He found he could forget by burying himself in the work, but at night he had no escape. One day he went to wake up his Grandmother, but she wasn't going to. He sat by the bed for a long time, thinking. Then he made the calls. She had left everything she had to him, now the house and property was his. He left her room just the way it had always been, simply cleaned it and closed the door. The visit with his parents was good, they came down for the funeral. At one point his Dad asked him when he was going to find himself a woman and settle down, make some Grandchildren. Ronnie had a hard time answering that, the vision of Sylvia flashed into his mind the moment his father mentioned that. +++ Ronnie was sitting in his new office, doing his billings. Things were going fairly well in his business, he now had several contractors calling him regularly to bid jobs. The phone rang, a voice he didn't recognize told he was impressed with his company's work and wanted him to bid the landscaping for a development. Ronnie was excited, this was the biggest one yet, and he knew it would tax his entire company's ability, but he also knew he could do it. The long list of sub contractors he had would come in very handy. The man was Jack Harrison, he was a big burly fellow, with a pleasant attitude. He showed Ronnie the job, Ronnie told him he would do the math and have the bid ready by mid week. Jack invited him out to dinner the following week to discuss everything. It took him the entire week, the job was going to be several hundred thousand dollars. There was going to be one hell of a lot of new homes going into the subdivision. A lot of it was going to be rock gardens, shrubs that did well with little water. Water was fast becoming a huge issue in the area. He pulled up and parked his new Impala at the rather fancy restaurant, went inside. He found Jack sitting at a large corner table with a woman. He walked up, reached out to shake the man's hand and came to a complete stop when the woman turned to look up at him. A Passing Fancy It was Sylvia. Seeing her sitting there was like an electric shock. "Hello, Ronnie." She smiled, after taking a moment for the surprise to wear off. "Sylvia. Nice to see you." He said. He felt his body break an instant sweat. "You two know each other?" Jack asked, looking back and forth between the two of them. "Yes, we...we went to school together, Jack." She told him. "Oh. Well, have a seat, let's take a look at what you came up with." Ronnie handed him the ledger with the bids, Jack scanned it and then sat it down with a smile. "You are under what I had figured, good. Looks like we will have a deal, I just need to have accounting take a look at this, OK?" Ronnie nodded, almost not hearing that, his head was whirling with Sylvia sitting right there, almost within reach. "So. Were you two friends in school?" Jack asked Ronnie. "Yes, Sylvia worked for me for awhile, she is the person that helped me get things organized. She is probably responsible for what I do today." "OH! You are THAT guy? Now this is a coincidence, she told me about you." He grinned at Ronnie. Ronnie flushed furiously at that. "Relax, it's no big deal. Sylvia and I are dating sometimes now, but who knows where it will go? She runs my office and does a damn good job of it, too." He sounded almost dismissive, and it was Sylvia's turn to blush. She didn't say much the entire meal, just looked at Ronnie from time to time. After their meal, and some discussions about everything from work to fishing, they got up to leave. "I will be in touch next week, see you then." He shook Ronnie's hand, Sylvia cast him a sidelong glance, then reached out for Jack's elbow and they left. Everything was right back, Ronnie had been buried in his work and managed to keep from thinking about her all of the time. Now his mind was full of her again. That evening at home he slipped into his bed, then he realized his eyes were full of tears. Finally managing to doze fitfully, he dreamed of her smiling face, the way she had attempted delightfully to learn about his body and the way it worked. Ronnie woke up at 4 AM, got up. There was no point in trying to sleep. Sylvia was with Jack now, all hope was lost. He wasn't surprised when the phone rang and he had gotten the work, he drove over to Jack's office which was in a mobile home on site to sign the papers. Jack pulled up in a huge white pickup a minute or two after Ronnie got there. There was a very pretty large busted woman sitting in the truck with him. She had on a blouse that was designed to demonstrate very clearly that she had a large bust. "Morning! This is Karen." He said. The blond barely glanced at him, then she slid down out of the truck. Her skirt was very short and tight also, her legs bare. "Not bad, huh?" Jack whispered to him, nudging him with an elbow. Then they went inside. Sylvia sat at a desk, doing some notations. She looked up at Ronnie with that same odd expression, nodded and went back to what she was doing. They soon had the contracts signed, Ronnie got up to leave. "Say, Jack? I don't know what the deal is with Sylvia, but do you mind if I....?" Jack laughed. "Hey, go for it. Just remember, she is MY secretary!" He wisecracked. Ronnie walked right up to Sylvia, stood there and waited. She knew very well that he was standing there, but she took her time and finished, finally setting down the notebook. "What, Ronnie?" She asked. "I want to talk, can I maybe buy you dinner? I want to explain some things." He was stumbling over the words. "There really isn't a lot to explain, Ronnie. I was there and I saw that." She was obviously struggling to maintain her composure, then her eyes went damp. "I gave you...everything!" She said angrily. Ronnie heard the other office door close. "It wasn't like you think. I really do need to talk to you. Please?" "No. I don't want to." She looked down. "But..." "Please leave me alone." She said. Crushed, miserable, Ronnie left. +++ Two days later his phone rang. "I changed my mind." She told him. +++ Sylvia walked into the lounge, Ronnie was sitting there sipping some coffee when she arrived. She was dressed in a simple gray business suit. Spotting him, she walked over and sat down. "OK. Here I am. Tell me why you cheated on me." She said flatly. "I didn't. I was...that all started way before I met you, then when we..during Spring Break? I never touched her again." "I saw you, she didn't even have any clothes on." "She almost never did." "What were you doing then?" "I was getting ready to tell her that we..I couldn't do it any more, that I was with you." "Really? You never once even told me you loved me, I thought I was just sex to you." She looked him right in the eyes. "I know. I was young and all confused, but all I could think of was you." "So how many women have you been with since?" "None. I haven't even been out on a date, you have to believe that!" "Oh, I believe it. I asked around." She grinned. "Really? Who did you ask?" Ronnie was puzzled at that. "Some of your crew, some of the people you work with. Did you know they think you are gay?" She tipped her head back and laughed. "Gay? Why? I don't...." "They told me you ignore women when they come around." The waitress came by, served some drinks, they sat quietly looking at each other until she left. "So where do we go from here, Ronnie?" "I don't know, but I would really like to see you, go out, maybe?" "I would like that too, Ronnie. There has been a lot of things that happened, so we need to start over...and see...?" +++ Ronnie and Sylvia dated over the next few weeks, he kissed her good night and she kissed him back but that was as far as it went. Then on a Friday morning he came into her office to get some shipment reports. "You have the whole weekend off, don't you?" She asked. "Sure, why?" "Remember that motel we stayed at way back? That first night?" She grinned. "Yes." "I got us some reservations, you will come, won't you?" "Yes!" "I want us to...start over." She blushed delightfully. Ronnie smiled at her, she just nodded and went back to work. Saturday afternoon they drove down and checked in. The place looked just the same except the carpet was a different color. Putting everything away, she announced that she was going to take a shower. Ronnie sat down on the edge of the bed and waited. When the door opened, she stood there wearing a tank top T-shirt, just like she had that evening years before. She grinned at him, knowing her body was outlined by the light behind her. "I have to tell you, I have to know if it matters." She said. "Tell me what?" "I have been with..some other men." "I figured that probably happened." He told her. "I wanted to feel like you made me feel. So I tried, but none of them could...One of them was...Jack, you know." She had her lower lip in her mouth. Ronnie just nodded. "When I saw you...with that woman..it nearly destroyed me. I loved you so much, and I thought you didn't care." "I cared. I was in love with you, I just didn't know." "Does it matter?" "Does what matter?" "My being with..some men..and Jack. You will be working with Jack." "No, not really. Not if you will be just...mine now, always. I am in love with you!" He said. Sylvia looked at him, then her eyes filled with tears. "I do love you too, Ronnie. I always did, even when...?" "Forget that, we are back to where we belong now, so come here." Ronnie patted the bed beside him. She instead piled right on top of him. +++ Monday morning Ronnie and Sylvia walked hand in hand into Jack's office. He looked up at them, then he grinned. "We have some bad news for you." Ronnie told him. "What's that?" He was still grinning. "You lost your secretary." Jack tipped his head back and roared. "You asshole! See, babe? I told you he was an asshole. But I kind of figured on that, that is why I hired Tammy." He told them. Just then a beautiful African American woman walked out of the back room. Her outfit made it quite clear that she had a nice pair of breasts. "Hi! Can I help you?" She asked. "Nope. Everything appears to be just fine." The woman had a confused look on her face. They all laughed again, then Ronnie and Sylvia left. "I should get myself a secretary like that." He whispered to her, teasing. "Jack is right, you are an asshole! But anyway, you already have one." She grinned.