After leaving the office of my favorite dentist and oral hygienist I begin making more of my rounds around the small village. Paying one bill after the other and watching my thick wallet grow more and more lighter with every stop. Which had left me with a few bucks. Running out of the greenback even more when I realized that I haven't yet participated in giving Uncle Sam, patriot in crime, more of my money that had left me with very little at the end of the day.
Gathering up the files that I would take to the big city with me, knowing in another day I would be penalized for refusing to file my taxes in order to gain back a couple hundred dollars.
Heart racing faster as I push this jalopy to its limit. Passing one car after another while I anticipate a flashing blue light behind me as a signal to pull over, entering the city with much anxiety then the last time I was here. Pulling into the near empty Mall parking lot and tugging down my skimpy ass shorts (blue jeans) just after I had slammed the door shut behind me. Then to add more excitement, anxiety to my day, realizing the car keys were still in the, ignition!
Making it to the two sets of glass doors, rounding the last corner, nearly out of breath when I knew from the fine folks seated before me that the office was still open and in service. But just as I was about to seat myself in the back row of folding chairs, this old hag with silver hair and a face like a road map blew my cover.
"Sir. Ya wanta sign in!" she shouts, so damn sarcastically. Like she wanted everyone in the large room to take a look at me. Even the 2nd agent, young and pretty, left her clients' papers to witness the way I was dressed. Worn out T-shirt and a pair of uneven cut-off shorts, dingy and faded.
Wading through my messy papers behind a smelly old fart as to explain why I wasn't going to get more than I should, another client had left the room. Realizing only one remains before me as my troubled mind was still hearing sarcasm from this witch up front, to the right of this gorgeous young woman shorter then I, it would appear.
Suddenly the younger of the two agents shares a word or two with the elderly woman that smiles and politely places her arms through the sleeves of her winter coat. Seasonably warm day, 80 or so, that left me baffled of why the heavy coat?
All of a sudden the last client of the day was getting ready to leave, smiling collectively as he tugs on his coverall strap and heads for the wide exit sign high above the solid iron gates that would be closing soon.
Standing up, once more tugging down onto my skimpy shorts, then I walk to the head of the classroom. Though it would seem. Reminding me of the time when it was my turn to give my report to my classmates, hands clammy and perspiring all over to the thought of appearing before a crowd.
"How can I help you?" Lori said, tapping the yellow #2 pencil on the desk.
Name that I couldn't possibly forget as I was studying it on her cedar desk in front of her, while I sat patiently to see her subtle lips explaining in full detail, during the last session, with farmer Dan.
Handing the pages to her innocent, pure petite hand, with long shapely glossy polish of red on each rounded nail. Waiting patiently on my feet when she suddenly took a quick glance at my loins and then asked me to have a seat next to her as if appreciative of my enormous bulge.
Looking over the pages carefully when I notice her legs coming apart, crossing over, as I was able to sneak a brief peek at her colorful red panty. Taking her time, sighing loudly then took the pages from her lap, spot that has many ridges in the front from having to sit in one place for a very long time.
"Have you been here before?" Lori said, glancing up at me before returning her attention back to the computer where she begins to log my life history into before I could finish my answer.
Lori could sense that I haven't been with a member of the opposite gender in a long time, like she knew me from another place in time. Answering most of the questions before I could finish the last one. Then focusing on a fresh set of questions as she fiddles with her shiny gold necklace, while undoing the first two buttons of her silky blue blouse with silk sleeves that were a replica of her short length skirt, and taking the string of gold links across her narrow lips as if to make her concentrate better.
"Aren't you hot?" she said, making me feel even more embarrassed then I already am.
