For early forties, late thirties, she was hot to say the least. I think part of why Janet had no objection to me coming with Marie to get the cooler was, she always knew I had never been attracted to the tough slutty woman persona. So she considered all the women around us to be a complete non-threat. As we got to the room, Marie fumbled with the lock for a few seconds, when finally I said "Let me try. I hate those things. What ever happened to the good old metal key?" She laughed replying "Yes, what did?" We then entered the room, as I quickly asked "Alrighty, where's that magic cooler?" As I said it, Janet closed the door behind us and replied "One sec, we'll get it." She then began refiling through a bag and pulled out a fat joint. The instant she did, I said "Oh wow, that's a hogs leg.
