When I brought the food to the table, there was still one place empty. Iasked if I should wait until the second guest arrived, or serve up now.It was ...hen that they told me that I was the second guest and bid me tosit down. I was totally bemused. I served up the food and then sat downand served myself.My two hosts chatted happily through the meal. They were witty, wise andvery entertaining. I served desert and then coffee. The two gentlemenindulged in a brandy, but I had just drunk water. "This is really cute," Wilson said. He obviously was a little skeptical."Wilson if you want you can fix a frozen dinner, cook oatmeal, or fry and egg, of course you will have to go up to the kitchen and bath unit. Personally I'm doing as little cooking as possible." I explained."Now that sound more like it. So where do we eat?" he asked.I found a good breakfast and lunch place, but for a dinner restaurant I'm still searching." I'll help you look, I suppose," he promised."Good for you," I. Kelly's long lean legs looked to be about half her five-foot-ten height, and her bike shorts showed off her strong thighs and her tight little ass. The biking shirt she wore tended to flatten her breasts against her chest to keep her aerodynamic, but from the substantial mounds, it was clear that the shirt was hiding some lovely tits. She wore her dark red, almost mahogany-colored hair pulled back and tied into a single ponytail in back. She often stopped to chat when she saw him on his porch,. Life takes a while.”She sat back in the chair and closed the shirt. She sat and thought for a minute. Moment of truth, number two. Would she reject all that? Would she try harder to learn something about herself?“It was really fun last night.”I raised my coffee cup to her. A one-man toast.“I mean… I never came so many times, ever.”“Or so hard. Ever.”“Does it mean I really want to fu-““It means you have a normal imagination, and you’re not afraid of yourself. You’re like the rest of us.”“The.