" You are going into full details here. What else do you like about me?" Everything! You are an absolute 10, perhaps way over. Jenny is attractive, bu... you have always beaten her in that department. You look like a Latina Princess. You should work in porn or as a Victoria's Secret model." You are so sweet, you are making me blush. Why can't you have a nice loyal girlfriend?" I am not, you know. Manly enough where it counts." Do you want me to help you out on how to keep a girl?" Ah, yes. What. I came across her two more times, and was able to get a better look at her. She was quite attractive, if rather heavy, and must have been in her early forties.As I walked down the freezer aisle, I again came across her, face to face this time. She looked me up and down and spoke: "You have been following me" she said, so I replied that I had noticed her, but was certainly not following her. "You have been looking at my behind haven't you?" she said. Well nothing venture etc. so I said "Yes. It was during this confusing time, when I was sent to Bangalore on my own to spend some time taking care of my aunt, her husband was traveling for work and she was lonely. They had no children and my aunt was really heavy and had trouble walking, so most of the summer was going to be spent running errands for her. I wasn’t too keen on the idea of being an errand boy, but there were some advantages. My aunt was extra sweet to me and pretty much let me do whatever I wanted and I had unrestricted. “I rode for an American team and for an American racer in Europe, okay? Well, everyone calls this particular racer ‘The Boss’ and when he checks into a hotel on ‘le Tour’ he uses a made up name. Most of the time it’s ‘Johnny Mellow’, which is a joke about the name of the leader’s jersey on le Tour: The ‘Maillot Jaune’. ‘Maillot Jaune’: ‘Johnny Mellow’. Get it?”Jane seemed to get it first, as her eyes got really big, and she started to babble “No way. No! Way! No fucking way!”Melody wasn’t far.