Do you already have plans made and can you take me?”“No, no plans and I can take you. What time should I call for you?”She gave him the time and...shortly thereafter ended the call.How quick she ended the call without engaging in any small talk bothered Ted. It bothered him and he thought about this short and sweet phone call for a while and of this relationship he had with her.They lost a basketball game they should have won Friday and that bothered Ted even more. He was in a bad mood for most. “Darling, I hope you enjoy it.” I say to her.I see poor Diane still standing there waiting for eggs. “How would you like your eggs cooked?” I ask.“Scrambled would be just fine.” She replied.I crack two more eggs into a bowl again and put another splash of half & half, whisk and empty the contents of the bowl into another butter filled pan. It only takes a couple of minutes before the eggs are done. I put two slices of bacon on the plate along with one sausage patty and some veggies. I hand. My attention was suddenly diverted by a very slim young half-caste teenager. She seemed upset and I thought, though was probably mistaken, that she looked at me with some appeal for help in her eyes.I evaluated her visually in a fraction of a second in a way that any straight male looking at a female would do. I was taken with her. She was half-caste - not more than five feet - nice shoulder length frizzy hair - and apart from that just legs, ass and tits. Her black stockings and short skirt. As she stood in front of the mirror curling the dumbbells, her concentration was not on what she was doing, she thought about Jaz's visit. Marsha forced herself to concentrate on what she was doing and she was successful. That was until she laid on her back on the workout bench to begin her chest exercises.The thin silken robe parted slightly exposing part of her firm breasts and pussy to the air. As she finished her first set and placed the barbell into the upright holders the memories of Jaz.