Climbing the narrow stairs, she knocked lightly on the door at the top. The door opened, and inside stood two men. The one with his hand on the handle...was pudgy, with a large periwig, a ruddy complexion, pince nez spectacles, and the clothes of a businessman. The other was more appealing, taller, perhaps six inches taller than she, with gray-streaked dark hair, velvet breeches, and a dark frock coat. Although he was somehow familiar, she did not recognize him at once. He smiled. He had not been. In the back is a loading dock, and we can bring in bikes or parts back there.” He led the way through some swinging doors to the stockroom area. This end looked trashed, with a lot of debris and some pooled water at one end.I pointedly walked over to this spot and looked up at the ceiling. “We talked to Andrea about this. We told her that the price would have to be reduced to cover the repairs and cleanup on the place,” he said.I smiled up at him. “Very good. That way I don’t have to say. She liked the chicken just fine. The noodles were still in the bowl when she turned away. It was interesting to see a wild animal like that eat so delicately.I was drinking my fifth or so mug of water (from the river, not our special pond) when I realized I'd only had one cup of coffee the whole day, before we left to take the kids back and pick up Maria. I usually had a cup glued to my right hand most of the day, drinking a couple of pots worth, at least. No headache, no withdrawal, I didn't. She nodded. "Yes, I just declared this year, though I've known what I wanted to do since I was a girl. There's just something about being on stage that's so thrilling!"Strolling over to her, I said "I imagine there is. Hold still a moment, would you?"She nodded. My hand caressed her soft cheek, roamed to trace her lower lip. Moving downwards, it ran down her beautiful neck and began to follow her collarbone. I slipped it behind her and untied the bikini top. Her large breasts bounced as they.