Hand-job Alice
Happy ending for two old men
When I first opened the front door I hardly even noticed her she was so tiny. Barely 5 feet tall, she was wearing bright orange sneakers with yellow ankle socks, a white T-shirt and the shortest blue denim shorts I’d ever seen. “Hi, I’m Alice, but most folk call me Ali,” she said by way of introduction, with a refreshingly open smile. “I’ve come about the home help job you’ve advertised in the corner grocery store. Is it...