"I love you," he whispered, kissing her."I love you too," she whispered, nearly crying in joy. He was so perfect."Hungry?" he asked, grinning at her."...eah."Taking her hand, he brought her to the dining room, which looked out of a bay window. The view was spectacular, you could see for miles around. He'd removed several leaves from the table so it was round, and small. Candles lit it.She was totally impressed, and told him so. He'd gone all out. He was a good cook too. She tried to eat as much. "Of course," she said stiffly. "I just brewed a pot of Costa Rican breakfast blend." Right," Jake said. "I think I can smell it now. I'll be down in a few minutes. Why don't you see if Coop wants to stay for breakfast?" I'll do so," she said. "What would you like?" Oatmeal, coffee, and some juice will do me. Coop would probably dig some of that eggs Benedict you make." Right away, Mr. Kingsley," she said. The door shut and he heard her footsteps go tromping off down the hall.It was actually. " You're sure she's developed? She has real boobs and not just a bra filed with tissues? And she actually has hair on her pussy? I'm not doin' it with some little kid." Can I tell her yes, then? Will you do it with her?" Look. You gotta make sure that she is developed. She has to have boobs and pussyhair or I'm just gonna walk away from it. I don't care how you find out, but you better or it will be on you for this. And don't you dare tell a soul about this, hear? I don't want any of my friends. She then took note of the incident, as they are instructed to do so and make a report.When her rounds were finished, she talked to a colleague, at their coffee break, another woman in her 30's, who used to drive the route she took, and she knew of the man, stating his wife had passed away some two years back.That night Felicia realized she had not made the report, instead decided to keep it locked up and not report it, as she admitted, she felt sorry for him due his bereavement.Later that.