He did not know the name but he had told her about the coffee shop and its tall stair case, where he said to meet. He was feeling like being on a blin... date, set by one of his friends with a girl. He was definitely in his mid-40 or even touching 50 and it was very nervous time for him.He looked at his watch for the 100th time and then looked all around as well. It was not at all nippy but the wind near water was feeling cold. It was also getting cloudier. There was another man at the far corner. Of course, the kitchen was huge, with industrial fixtures, a floating island counter that could be rolled about, seemingly miles of counter space, and the walk around fireplace in the sunken living room was large enough to roast an ox. In short, a typical Californian Mansion, Sierra style. It was nice to be above the smog, also.Although Mary had thousands of models employed on paper, in reality, there were only the three of us who actually existed- Mary was the other 99%, so it was all gravy,. “Can I have some more please sir, it’s so yummy” she sighed handing me her glass and I was only too happy to refill it for her and after handing it to her and watching her take a big gulp we went into the lounge, “Take a seat Daisy” I said pointing to the sofa and she looked so sweet as she sat back looking so relaxed, her puffy little bee stings with her stiff little nipples and her little tuft of fine wispy pubic hairs all on show and for now she didn’t seem in the slightest embarrassed and. ” Karla said, a pleased little half-smile gracing her lips.“She does, doesn’t she.” Helen said after a brief pause. Her brow had furrowed ever so slightly as her son paid his teacher a compliment before even deigning to notice anyone else in the room.“You look fantastic as well.” Jason said, smiling in apology. “You both do - you always do.”“Thank you, sweetie.” Helen said, relaxing and giving him a smile filled with pleasure. Her younger sister flushed, giving him a hesitant smile as.