This good lady quickly suppressed whatever thoughts she might have and smilingly showed Veronica the way to the kitchen."While we wait for the coffee ...o brew, why don't you go and have a shower, my dear. You look as if you could do with one!" And probably smell as if I could!" giggled Veronica. "I've had a lot of exercise in the last couple of hours and that room is pretty hot."By the time she had showered and made herself her usual sweet-smelling self, the coffee was ready. As Miss Prosser. When we arrived Aunty refused to let us in, saying she thought we were from the rugby club and had caused trouble there, the week before. Standing at the door I could see a few women and girls sitting talking to each other, and men at the other end. I decided I'd go back by myself, so the following week I went there again. This time aunty didn't take any notice of me and I went in without a problem. There weren't many in there, being mid week, Two men sitting at a table over one side, one man. “Okay,” she said, eyeing me over as if she didn’t believe me. “Can I come in?” She held up the bag. “I brought breakfast as an apology for last night.”“Yeah, okay. I’m starving.” I stepped back and waved her in, pulling the screen door closed behind me. The main door I left open; I couldn’t smell anything out of the ordinary, but it probably stunk of sweat and cum in here to an outsider.“Nice place,” she remarked kindly as she looked around.I barked a laugh, then winced as my ribs protested.. She said that she had noticed me and figured that I was a stalker. She said that paying the bartender fifty bucks to introduce us is what sealed the deal. I also had just five minutes to convince that I was not a stalker.I began by telling her about the Little Mermaid and how Ariel was always in my thoughts and that in my dreams Ariel had always looked just like her. I told her that I was obsessed with a cartoon fantasy girl that resembled her in ever detail. Every detail! Then she asked me to.