He gives me a hurt puppy dog look, even though his eyes twinkle. “You is a hard woman, Natalie Delphine Reynolds, meaner than my Matilde, rest her s...ul.”I laugh and hand him the glass. He sighs happily and tips his battered fedora, then brings the glass to his lips. I expect him to down it, but he lets the barest trace of bourbon wet his mouth.Shaking his head, he hands it back and looks down at his whittling. “They say I might get a new liver someday.”I lean over and squeeze his shoulder.. I went to a stationary store and had some “business” cards made. On one side it said “You’re Sugar Baby Material”…and on the other just the website address. I managed to place one in her office very discreetly on what I knew was her day off….I guess it was about three weeks later that I saw her profile…She used the privacy screen on the one picture she provided but it was clearly her…I sent her a message and told her I was the guy who had left the card…She was obviously concerned that I was. Smoothly crouching, she leapt with a super humanmotion to bring her down on the roof of the building next door; reservinga smile for the way the air played on her breasts and caressed her thighsas the cement receded beneath her feet.Waltzing over the roof, she leapt again; springing from height to height,knowing that soon she would be close to her - rather Marcel's car, andwhat she needed; something which Marcel grudgingly kept sealed beneath theback seats in case he should have a touch of that. "The discussion continued while Margaret went and brought in the remaining collar. She also brought in the e-mail copy that David had gotten from Donaldson at MAB regarding numbers and quota and storage. Thinking that this was good karma, she posted that on the bulletin board on her way back.When Margaret was back, Helen, Abby and Cathy were also appearing at the break room.Cathy was a little stressed. She had been left alone since getting here and she was getting hungry. I wonder if this is.