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“I don’t know, Eddie.” “Well, Sweet chops, that is up to you. The way you were staring at my package made me think that you might need a beef injection. I’ll stop back here in twenty.” I watched him as he finished the rest of the sweeping. He winked at me as he walked away. Twice, I started to get up to leave, but then I would think of how it felt to have Jerry and Peter pounding into me. Under the packages in my lap, the fingers of my right hand were rubbing up and down the front of my slacks where my twat is. I was waiting when Eddie returned. While walking to his car in the parking lot, he said, “Your a cool looking broad. What’s with you? Daddy not giving you enough action?”
“No Hubby. No boyfriend. No one, period.” “So, since it is Friday afternoon, you don’t have any call on you until Monday?” I didn’t know where he was going with that question, but I shrugged, as I said, “You could say that, yes.” He showed me his old green Chevy. We got in. He drove to my car. I followed him to his apartment. On the way over, I noticed that he was talking on his cell phone, but didn’t think anything of it.