Last night the temperature had taken a precipitous dive past anything he'd seen in seventeen years in the area.Time to get dressed for outside. He nee...ed firewood and to dump the thundermug.Goose down underwearWool Socks--two pairWool bibs and shirt-jacWool vestHooded canvas anoraksnow pac bootsheavy mittsface maskice gogglescold air maskShouldering aside the massive outer wood and steel door he stepped outside. The air seemed to be instantly sucked from his lungs. Brushing the hoarfrost from. And soon enough, he spied her. Striding up to her,he tried to place the coin in her hand. But she was havingnone of that, thinking Gordon was some sort of pervert, andran screaming. Why did females tend to do that, he wondered? The coin went bouncing along the street, and was retrieved bya 52 year old stock broker. The short, portly man walked overto give it back to Gordon."I've never seen that pickup approach before," he told Gordon. "Does it ever work?" Not yet, today's the first time. I could feel there breath on my neck as they pretended to look at juke box from behind me. I was so turned on knowing they were checking my arse out as I bent up and down looking or pretending to at the juke box. Just then my BF came out of gents, his face was a picture when he saw us like that but he said nothing. I then took my shot and carried on as before.By now I was very merry and turned on. I started to tease John by staring at him and rubbing my hand up and down the cue. But I was. "It was fantastic," Karen replied."I am glad you enjoyed yourself," Mrs. Peterson said, "Eat something then we'll do it again." We'd love to stay but it is getting late. We have to get back home," Karen said."Okay, but eat something," Mrs. Peterson said.When we were ready to leave Mrs. Peterson said, "Why don't you join me for lunch on Sunday?" We'd love to," I replied."Good, see you on Sunday at noon," Mrs. Peterson said waving us good bye.On Sunday we reached her flat at noon sharp. Anna.