I'll wait for your car. I can't wait to see you." Roger blushed again, and then smiled.(Pause) "I can bring those things." Roger blushed again, "Yes, ... will do as you ask; I will wear what you say. See you then, bye."Roger's manservant returned from the produce market and found a note from his employer telling him that his employer was shopping at Coscos and would return shortly. Strange, he thought, Mr. More never went shopping. He proceeded to put the veg away.Meanwhile, Roger found himself. Bye’ Meanwhile up in San Fran, Jack Strayer, the newly appointed president of Golden Age, was making notes for the conference. Jack was an ex-marine, (yeah, there is no such thing as an ex-marine), who was a corpsman. After his discharge, he went on to medical school where he specialized in geriatric medicine. At 42, he was still less than 10% body fat on his 6’2′ two hundred and ten pound frame. He kept his hair short in the Marine style. He reported directly to the CEO Maggie Delatore. . When he had made the delicious sweet, we were both drunk and I did not know he had crushed an 'e' over my sweet, it's blue masked by the thousands of colours of the cakes decoration. I had eaten a pill to enhance my need for sex, though not quite like that, as it infused with my body's feel good factor, I was drawn to him and on occasions cuddled him in sympathy for his loss of female companionship, all the time we cuddled he was feeling me intimately, which I thought was natural and returned. She had her hands on her hips as she looked down at me. She had that same look in her eyes, just like Karen did after I hurt myself. She still looked as good as ever as she asked me,"So what's up with the ice on your crotch hot shot?" Oh I was stretching before playing golf, and of course I pulled my groin muscle. Needless to say it hurts like hell, so I've got ice on it and that's why I'm in here. I must have dozed off I guess." Well, I can take a look at it for you, after all I was a pretty.