

Part 3- I offered him something to drink and gave him a beer. He asked me what was wrong with my heat. I said "Oh, it started working again. I was just about to text you when you rang the doorbell". I made it obvious that wasn't true at all. I looked down at his bulge. It was easy to tell he was packing something special under those jeans. He was looking at me when I looked back up. Good I wanted him to know I was looking. He had that look on his eyes that he was turned on. "Screw it", I thought, and I took my pajama top off.