Maybe 50 or 60 pounds." Oh. Well I could never have lifted that." That's Ok, I'll take it out to your car and load it for you, but how are you going t... unload it when you get home?" Good question Jason, but an even better question is; will it even fit into my car."She paid the cashier and I wheeled the cart out to her car, a BMW 'I' series. It was painfully obvious that it wasn't going to fit inside her car. "Now what?" I said."God I don't know. Can the store deliver it? I would be happy to pay. We emailed, and we texted, and we chatted back and forth, until we finally got to the point where we wanted to meet up. So we set a date and she sent me her address.I knocked on the door of her apartment. I knew she was in since I heard some rustling, and then the floor creaking from her footsteps inside. They were slow, but I heard the getting closer. I waited at the door for about a minute, then I knocked again. From inside I hear her say "Hold on, I'm coming!" And It still took about another. ‘OK, I’d like that, it’s a date.’ ‘Oh no, it isn’t a date, its business!’ She said in a serious tone and then laughed. Her laugh was a sort of husky, sexy giggle that left your balls tingling. ‘Maybe if I know you a bit better by then you can call it a date, either way you are paying.’ We both laughed and I put out my hand and we shook briefly then she stepped up close and kissed me on both cheeks. She made no hurry to pull away and I felt her impressive tits and thighs warm against me through. I gotta say, it’s big and well, really sexy.Sometimes she glances over to me. She’ll give me a strange look. Like I’m competition, like she’s annoyed at me. Why? I have no idea. I don’t talk to anyone there. I don’t mingle, I don’t socialize. I do my workouts and leave.Maybe I should say hi to her. She seems so angry though. Oh well, at least I’m doing something to better my health. Whatever.”Curt flipped another page. He found another entry about the woman.“She was really staring me down.