A series of fortunate meetings lead us to start seeing each other and this story is a continuation of my previous one.I had lost my virginity to her, ...eha. It was one random beautiful evening when she had come over to my place again to hang out and get some work done. We were talking and laughing gleefully, her on the bed, while me on the chair. I looked at her from there, her with that perfectly curved “Mommy” kind of body that drives a man like me nuts.Being in a sugar momma type scenario has. The bell on the door jingled, and a cold gust of air followed him into the café. I waited, cringing. Nothing happened. But I could hear his voice, low, but still somehow usurping the upper register chatter of the café’s patrons. Cautiously, I peeked over the pad’s spiral binding. He stood at the counter with his back to me, speaking idly with my waitress. She was leaning forward on her elbows, grinning, laughing, and twirling her lovely, chestnut hair between her fingers. Jesus, could she be. There was a gate in the dam, as well as an overflow pipe which flowed down a channel toward the southwest. It drained into a slightly larger pool, which drew its water from the pool above as well as channeled water from the surrounding hillside.Eight times this was repeated before emptying into the low pond. All along the way the water was channeled away from natural channels to the ridges on the hillsides, distributing water along the way in a manner that doesn't typically happen in nature.The. "He says he's here for something lacy for his lady. We don't have anything lacy right now." Did you show him the –special- stock in the back?" No, I didn't. I didn't think he was worthy of that. He's just a perv." I don't know. He's dressed pretty nicely. And he shops at The Art..." You can take him back if you want. I don't think he qualifies." Fine. Be that way. I'm not sharing MY commission..."The brunette headed for him quickly. "Sir, we actually do have some stock that just came in ... it.