An old man was putting fruit into a bag for a young couple. She pulled in beside them. She took a breath and slipped from the car. Before she reached ...he stand, the young woman had noticed. Sarah saw the woman's eyes flash to her tits. She saw the nudge she gave to her husband and noticed the surprised grin that instantly covered his face. Sarah took her time, looked over the produce with infinite patience while three pair of eyes feasted on her. The four of them talked, nothing important, just. I finished about 45 minutes later, and called her since she hadn't called or come back in a while. When she finally answered, there was laughing and music in the background. She said she was sorry that she forgot to tell me, but that Paolo had found her walking around and that they had started talking and finally he invited her to his yacht again. She, of course, declined, but they were having dinner in a restaurant. My jealousy could not be compared to my feeling of helplessness and. She caught me looking. I denied it. She smirked.Mid-range steakhouse. Neither of us was dressed in evening wear, but in this establishment we fit in quite well.We managed a decent conversation, too, about what she did for a living versus what I did, as Topic One, then onward towards food, which morphed into childhood, adolescence, then adult life.She watched. Noticed, observed life. "You hold your fork in your left hand when you're eating your steak." I know. You're not the first one to call me. Today, he was interviewing a woman for the ten PM to seven AM desk clerk position.The woman, Mary Jo Snyder, showed up right on time at two PM. Reed checked her out as she entered the office. He noted that she had a very pretty face, with shoulder length brown hair. Breasts large and bouncy. Like most housewives, she had put on a lot of weight in the upper legs, fanny, and tummy, with a noticeable bulge just below her waist. Hmm, I would think she is all of one hundred and sixty pounds. Reed.