The cart stands four feet tall and I estimate at least six feet long. There are nine open drawers, like sliding cabinet shelves, on the side facing us... allowing us to see inside. I assume there are nine on the opposing side as well. Each drawer is over a foot deep. The craftsmanship of the kitchen cart shows it is not just a storage box, but something very precious to its owner. At first glance I think this might be a food or drink cart, but there are no wine bottles or food storage containers. She put her hands to her side and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. Jamal opened her bedroom door, quietly stepped in and closed the door behind him. Jamal called her name as he stepped up to her bed. Mrs. J could feel his presence near her bed but didn’t stir. Jamal reached out and shook her shoulder. She still didn’t move. He sat on the edge of her bed and gently stroked her blond hair, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.“You are so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear.She. It was a Friday evening and I was restless so I got dress and I wore a red dress very tight and short no bra or panties cause I felt very naughty and nasty. I called Shaun to see if he was home, his mom answered and said sure Hon he is come over so I got in my car and went to his house. I got down and knock on the door no answer so I knock harder still so as I was ready to leave the door opened and a big black man said can I help you. I said yes is Shaun home he smiled and said yes you must be. Er, the second time, I guess.”“No, I meant I thought you didn’t age. Wouldn’t a pregnancy require getting older?”“Oh,” she said, mollified. “Um ... well, when you said you were worried about growing old without me, I removed the anti-aging spell. Then once I realized I was pregnant I couldn’t put it back in place without killing the baby.” She caressed her stomach lovingly.I put my hand on her belly and felt a little kick. “Wow.”“Yeah, she’s pretty active these days.”“She?”“Yes ... I couldn’t.