She was a mystery. XXX Then, in one swipe she picked her bag off the floor and had it around her shoulder. I didn’t like that I was afraid of this woman. That was it. My memories of the scent of some of these people were bathed in sour sweat and pepperoni mouth, shoe stink and farts. I swear I only looked away for a second, and there she was—very close to me. Candy then looked around the place, as if making sure she hadn’t left anything behind. Candy took all my information, names, dates—as well as I could remember, which wasn’t all that good—hair color, weight, even scent. Even my dick had stopped what it was doing, too confused to know which direction to point.




















