She was worried about my reaction to something about herself, Either her body or her character. I didn't really know. But I fancied her like mad and I...didn't care what it might be. The rest of the day passed without further contact. On the Monday at five fifty I pulled up outside her house. Serena was not outside this time. So I waited.. She did not appear and I feared the worst. As I was looking up at her house she appeared at the door and waived me to her. I got up and ran up the path.. Oh, man my skirt has no pockets.What am I saying MY skirt? I really need to see if this is all worth it,I'm sounding more and more like a girl.I need to find a girl friend that will get my head on straight. Itshould be easier to find a hot girlfriend out her in southern CaliforniaI've never seen so many hot girls in one place my whole life. I turnaround and see myself wearing the short jean mini skirt well maybe itwill not be that easy to find a girlfriend dressed like this.Turning around. She shivered when a frigidly cold gust of wind hit her.Samuel had been staring at the distant wall for thirty minutes when there was a knock on the door. He slowly rose and went to the door. He opened the door and looked at the woman standing there. She was bundled up in a heavy coat. Her gray hair was cut short in a utilitarian fashion and was nearly covered by a little knit cap. He didn't say a word; he just stared at her.After looking into Samuel's eyes for a second, the woman took a step. From the moment she entered he could not help but let out a gasp from his mouth as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He saw her through his own mask stand at the entrance like a proud aristocrat surveying the surroundings as if she owned the place and then witnessed at how she took a few nervous steps into the veranda and headed towards the bar.(She looks a little light for a Latina), the man thought. He got up and buttoned his khaki jacket and approached the bar. His eyes gazing over.