The last time I saw his old car was a couple of weeks ago. After receiving a decent spanking from him in my car, we cuddled for a bit before heading our separate ways.
My guy had parked in front of the office building. I passed by him, rolling my window down on a 10°C evening, which was unseasonably warm.
"Is everything okay?" I asked him.
"Yes, I'm going upstairs to drop off some training manuals," he advised, holding a couple of them in one hand.
"Okay," I said. "Hey, did you drop something?"
"Yes," he said, bending down to fetch a coin. "It's a Turkish Lira," he observed, handing it to me.
"You don't want to keep it?" I asked him.
"It's for you," he said sweetly, knowing that I collect coins like he does.
"Thanks," I said.
"You know, you have amazing legs," he said, admiring my bare legs showing under my short blue skirt.
"You're sweet," I said, reaching over to hold and squeeze his hand.
He went ahead and kissed my hand. We then said goodnight as I slowly drove away with a sore bottom.
