His arms were hairy and I could only image how big his pubic bush might be. He was more like me but I had black hair and a black beard and I’m hairy...all over. “Scott, my name’s Scott Evans,” he said with another wink. “Thanks for the refill man. I’m Tony,” I said as I nodded to the right, then to my left. “And this is Brandon and Lukas.” Ignoring them he said to me, “Nice to meet you Tony, Let me know if you need anything else.” I watched him stroll confidently down the bar, and allowed. ‘Why?’ ‘I like harsh flavors,’ he said. ‘Shocks the palate, wakes me up.’ ‘You’re never going to be a morning person are you?’ ‘For you, I’d be any kind of person.’ ‘Flatterer.’ He smiled as they brought her something strong and laced with mint. ‘Seems I already know so much about you and we’ve only been together a few weeks. How you take your tea, and that you like to walk around at night. You know, you even talk in your sleep.’ ‘What do I say?’ ‘My name, usually. Sometimes it’s almost like. I didn’t look away fast enough and she caught me staring at her chest, shamelessly. And she immediately covered her chest with her hand.I saw the initial look of shame and guilt on her face turn into a look of curiosity and arousal as she noticed the bulge in my pants. Mom slowly removed her hand from her chest and continued to show me her goods.My visual titillation came to an end when dad came in and I quickly turned away and pretended to look inside the bag, and mom stood up and walked away. With hands on autopilot I donned my coat and escaped out into the evening. All right, maybe I forget the bike, I thought as I strode along the street. But how could I? Oh, hell!Wariness was warring with curiosity as the elderly collarmaid showed me into Penelope's little parlour. I should have been nervous, but the afterglow of that strange kiss with my collarmaid was still buoying me up. Right now, I could take on anything, even Penelope Jones in full steam, and the memory of my poor collar.