"He busied himself with the slicing machine, catching each freshly-cut slice on its predecessor to form a neat pile on a square of paper. He weighed t...em before wrapping them in another piece of paper, then turned round to pick up a well-browned pork pie from a rack behind him, which went into a white paper bag."The pies are still warm, so don't let it tip over, as the jelly won't have set quite yet. There you go! Anything else?" Yes, some sausages for our breakfast, please." Eight again? I've. This was the kind of place I would never set foot in on my own. Not because I'm a hopeless tightwad, although my stinginess may also play a role, but mainly because it was the kind of place where I don't feel welcome. Everything about the shop screamed, 'Don't bother us with your ugly presence unless you have a cool million sitting in your bank account, ready to spend.'It made me think of the story about a lady walking into Tiffany's in New York City and asking for the price of one of the items. I put my shorts on the hot rock and sit down facing them both, take another long draw on the beer, burp, more laughter and ask for another beer. I look over my two new friends from my vantage point, which is higher than them, as they are sitting on the sand. I raise my eyes further across to the guy lying on the beach further down and he is looking across intently. 'Do you know him' one inquires, 'No,' I replied, 'He was there when I arrived, I think he thought we were going to fuck, before you. He ran his hand on her ass , her tits and said something like , chalo . She was nonchalant and waved out to a guy on a bike. He was Salim and he kissed her hard and asked her to get on to his bike. They drove off and I followed discreetly.They drove over to Malad near the beach and went to one of the Beach houses. He had a key to it and opened it holding her ass with the other. I went to the corner and peeped thorug the window.Suchi was kissing hard while he ran his Hand on her body. He was in.