I was at the café when that fine ass human being was in line in front of me. As he turned around with his coffee to walk out of the store I wasn’t ...aying attention. I was to busy sending emails on my iPhone. I walked right into him spilling his coffee all down my shirt and on my iPhone.“Fuck! My freaking phone”“I’m so sorry sweetie”“Ummm I am not your sweetie and there is now coffee all on my iPhone sir”“Ok, this is what we’ll do stop by my office on west 1700th street, suite 250 and ask for. When we finished, I asked. “How did that feel?”The last couple of kilometres I wanted to give up, but I forced myself. On the final 500 metres, the pavement felt it was flowing under my trainers.” He said as he was trying to catch his breath back.“If your tyred and want to skip the rest of the exercise there is no problem,” I said.“From now on we finish our morning ritual together.” Was his reply.It was a cloudy Wednesday morning, I had just dropped off Mario at the college, making my way to. I do that sometimes.”“Should I stop?” She asked still looking into my eyes.I looked around. No one was looking at all. My back was to the stage. Lynn’s breasts were splitting my shoulder and no one behind her could see. My leg was under the bar so the bartenders could not see. My brain raced, no one had ever been this forward with me. What should I do?“Lynn, what are you trying to accomplish?”“I like you.” She spoke in a very matter-of-fact fashion. “And I want to show that to you. I want you. This rendering shows one of our attempts to satisfy the third principle. It's the walkway to Grace's writing casita."We looked at the image that formed in front of us, replacing the watercolor painting of the exterior of the home. The writing casita was rendered in the background. In the foreground, stepping platforms appeared to float on still water like lily pads."Perfect," Grace said."This is another example. It's a reflecting pool that starts inside the great room and moves outside to.