Patel."The nice old Asian who owned the shop and my flat above it was enchanted with my mother. He knew where she'd been and why she'd been there. The...same people who'd found the flat for me were obliged to tell him I was an ex-offender and the details of my offence, but all he'd done was to ask me if I intended to steal from him and I answered calmly."No sir, I was convicted of manslaughter, not theft."For a moment or two, he looked at me in silence then held out his hand and shook mine. I didn't expect you justnow." "I'm sorry. Am I disturbing you and the Doctor.?" "Of course not, darling. It's Wednesday. Doctor's day on the golfcourse, you know. Come on, let's go upstairs," I motion her ahead of me. I follow her up the stairs to my bedroom. I muse, "Her ass certainly iscute in those little bike shorts and top. I wonder if they come offeasily. They seem painted on her body." When we arrive at the bedroom, "Mrs. Adams, you've redecorated! It's sobeautiful. Look how big. The Mets were pretty much a mirror image of the Orioles in their own league. They, too, had the best offense. Their pitching -- on paper at least -- was even better than ours, although you'd have had a tough time finding an Oriole player who thought so.Defensively, they were undeniably better. If the law of averages held during the series, they'd make fewer errors and their pitchers would give up fewer earned runs.Only if our power guys could out-pound their power guys, were the Orioles likely. Which I guess I should do. Im Matthew she laughed and said well hi Matthew, Im Melissa but I tend to go by Missy, wanna come in and have some coffee or something? He grinned and said oh sure! she opened the door wider and watched as Matthew walked in. She saw he had a flat stomach with a hint of a six pack under his shirt, and as he passed her, she saw muscles rippling across his back and saw he had a nice firm looking ass. She shut the door and followed him to the kitchen and got out two mugs..