What she saw was the figure of a robust woman who would pass for a 30 year old rather than of 39. She looked at her bosom and was content to note that...she still had the same physical appearance which she had some ten years ago. She had put up some weight over her thighs, but they were not that bad to look.When she finished looking at herself, her thoughts drifted to Satish. She thought it would be better off to be without her panties as it would be easier for her in the time to come. She lifted. I did work out 3-4 times a week and enjoyed a good jog most evenings. I stood about 5’10” and had a fairly good outlook on life. I had light blonde hair and classic facial features and loved the more mature woman. Beth was in my sights but I felt I couldn’t rush things. I asked her if she would have a coffee with me one day, maybe at lunch or after work. She accepted the invitation and gave me her business card. I saw that she was in the same business as I was; she worked for an Architect.. Without the slightest thought he demanded to know who I was, why wasn’t his dinner served, and the family seated at the table. He did not seem like a very nice individual. Angel ignored him and offered her apology to me for his rudeness. She walked over to the small writing desk. Took out some paper, and started asking me my contact details. All the time she was ignoring her husband. He got redder and redder. I expected at any moment to see his head explode. As I was giving her my schedule. I had put a severe limit to how many guns we ran to Los Angeles and Las Vegas, and had stopped dealing in narcotics altogether. The drug business was getting way too violent and risky, with constant worrying about the greedy cartels on one end and the draconian DEA on the other. I now had an understanding with the federal and state authorities: as long as I stayed out of the drug business, the right people (provided they got their cut every month) would be happy to look the other way. Now, we.