Maggie said she's be sitting on a bench reading while I "refreshed" myself. About half an hour later, I joined her. She was reading Meredith Mitchell'... Native Grasses."It's a CSIRO book," she said. "I borrowed it from Shirl." How's she doing?" Very well." Can I buy you a beer? Or something?" Let's stroll to Mitchell Street and see what's there."Mitchell Street was but a block from the Esplanade. It was said to be quite lively at night, but in the mid-afternoon it was peaceful. Maggie picked an. I’m your average 18 year old teenager. Dark hair, brown eyes, athletic figure and 6 feet tall. My dad works as an accountant in a local firm and manages to do pretty well. He’s about the same height as me and is starting to put on some weight at 41. My mom on the other hand, has kept her figure in check over the years. She’s a typical stay-at-home 37 year old mother but doesn’t even look a day over 30. Motherhood has been kind to her. She has a beautiful 5’8 hourglass figure with firm 36D. Benny and Tim beat us in qualifying, but the car is fast on long runs. If we don’t have any mechanical problems, we’ll race ‘em at the end for the checkers! Your other girl isn’t with you?”“No, she’s not a NASCAR fan,” I said. “She’ll be in Atlanta for Stephie’s wedding, though.”“Did your other friends come?” he asked.“Dave and Julia went to the King’s garage as they always do. Kara and I were going to go see Red, but we’ll be back in a bit.”“Don’t worry none. I got lots to do! Are you stayin’. Though she was in a salwar, I could see her curves clearly, since she was wearing a light color outfit with dark inner garments. She knew that I was browsing her sexy body but did not make any attempt to cover her. I asked her as to where she stayed and she replied that she was in a women’s hostel. She knew that I was staying in a cozy apartment leased out by the company for managers. I just asked her to come around the table, closer to me. She first hesitated but then came around and stood.