Always figured you for a bit anal retentive!" Oh, thanks!" Rebecca replied, clearly annoyed."No! Don't take it that way. I have to apologise to you, B...adley. I tend to shoot from the lip." Used to it," he smiled. Rebecca glared at him."Those guys think they can buy themselves some dipstick, wafer thin, bimbo - young enough to be their daughter, granddaughter, for Christ's sake!" Yeah? And your point is?" Rebecca's eyes narrowed."But if we women go out with someone a bit younger..." Look, I see. He was like, ‘Can I help?’ and he just grabbed one of the sponges and started washing us too. He spent way too much time on Carole’s balloons,” she looked disgustedly at Carole’s big tits. “I can understand that,” Carl, Annie’s husband, said, reaching over and picking up her right tit and bouncing it in his hand.Annie rolled her eyes at him and continued, “Then he dropped the sponge and started using his hands. He started washing her back,” she nodded towards Laurie. “By then he had a giant. I remember when she started — not just because of her rare skill of mastering the machines with her first perfect cup, but because of that smile.Before Marissa arrived, my latte was always excellent, always served with efficiency, yet always with that strained smile she'd been forcing on her customers since 7am. June was a great barista and she ran a fantastic café, but she needed to remind herself how to be more sincere.Marissa changed all that: there was no hint of nervousness as she pushed. I fill my suitcase with enough clothes and shoes until Tuesday, then pile my hygiene products and my favorite curling iron on top. We get in his car and he drives to his house to change and invites me in. I walk through the front door of my old home and look around while he’s busy in his room. There are no more pictures of any kind hanging on the walls, with the exception of an abstract painting I’d forgotten I had given Ethan on his 25th birthday. No more fake plants, certain decorative items.