She handed him the brief case in his left and he heldthe coffee in his right hand. She tucked his pinkie around the strap ofhis purse so he could hold...it slightly, making sure he wouldn't spillthe coffee as he walked."Ok, good luck honey," said May. "Simple task girl. Go in. Hand it over.Peck a kiss and say goodbye. Now get moving."Mark proceeded to walk into the building, moving quickly, until he felta drop of coffee on his finger. Realizing he didn't want to spill it, heslowed down,. " His grin grew larger.Both embarrassed and flattered I was quickly relieved that it was my turn to be served. I ordered my usual medium sweet popcorn with a medium sprite and then turned to my purse for some money."They look tasty and well stacked." My grey-haired admirer said. I smiled and turned back to the counter, thinking that he was referring to nothing other than my over-flowing box of popcorn. "Most would say that you're well stacked," he sniggered.I wasn't too sure if I heard him. She had been hoping to meet a friend for lunch, but obviously had missed her. She asked about me, and I told her that I was up in town to attend a couple of Board meetings of companies of which I was a non exec director. She seemed unimpressed by that, which was good, as I don’t empathise with people who are impressed by status or position. As we talked further, about the various things I had done, and how she had come to be where she was, I felt that there was an attraction between us, that. He planned to throw on some corn-on-the-cob in a few minutes as well. He was excited about the visit from De-John and his family.Willie was retired from Army after twenty-six years as a chaplain assistant. He had enlisted later than most at the age of 30. Up until that point, the five-foot-eight, sinewy, trim, cool-brown-skinned man had worked a number of menial jobs and drank heavily. He finally decided to change his ways after his wife at the time walked out on him. In all, Willie had six.