"And I'll think about it often," she whispered under her breath.Even though she didn't really have to since no one would have been able to hear her ab...ve the noise they themselves were making with their chatter, she preferred to keep this opinion to herself.Then she heard Beatrice's soft voice next to her ear. Beatrice was right next to her and leaning over her. "I know you're going to come out of this okay, and that's not what I'm concerned about though. I want you to fuck him for the both of. He finished his muttering when he entered the complex.The coffee shop was well attended; he paused for seating was in short supply when a woman, sitting alone seemed to be smiling directing at him. He had no idea who she was but there was no one with him and she was definitely targeting him he shrugged his shoulders and decided to approach her. "Good Morning", he said. Her smile hadn't diminished and when he asked if he could joint her she gave a series of nods that almost made him laugh, it. " Oh," at the table she continues, "... what, you're like 30?" Goodness!" I shut off the water and walk over to the coffee maker, "Well, that is a good enough place to stop counting anyway." I lightly laugh dismissing this part of the conversation, "I have flavored coffees here, French Vanilla, Hazelnut, Mocha, uh," I love hazelnut." "Ok, Hazelnut it is then," after settling the basket under the top of the coffee maker I turn and gesture towards the next room, "lets go sit in the sitting room.". “Yes Tom.” There was a momentary flash of interest in her eyes and, to my amazement, she rose and left in the direction of the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, she came back downstairs dressed in a flowery cotton skirt and white blouse although she was still in her slippers. From the doorway, she asked, “Is this better Tom?”Now, I matured quite late and I was only just starting to look at girls when Dad died. Mum was just Mum when I was a kid and all Mums are pretty to their little children..