Jasmine Kay and Me
One night my car broke down, and as I stood by the road wondering what to do, a large late model BMW pulled up. It had black windows so I couldn't see who was driving. The passenger door opened and out got a tall, leggy, dyed redhead. She introduced herself as Jasmine but I was to call her Jas. I told her my name was Chrissy. I looked her up and down and she looked good, in her early 40's but she'd really kept in shape. Under the dyed hair she had quite a pretty face with just a touch of...