She walked up to me and tapped my shoulder; i looked back and saw her with a smile on her face. I recognized her and yelled her name, we both were exc...ited and we hugged each other. We hugged so tight that i could feel her soft and rounded breasts crush against my chest and i could smell the intoxicating perfume that she had applied on her body. After hugging, we spoke for a little bit exchanged our contact number and ended up going back to our respective friend groups and eventually returning. An adjustable wrench helped and I took the tap out to see how damaged the ceramic was. I had three people looking at me. "Do you have a good magnifying glass?" The curious stock keeper brought a small glass to me. It looked like the threads in the sphere were damaged."Do you have any aluminum bolts?" I got no for an answer. "Anybody cut some threads in aluminum stock?" The man at the counter said, "The machinist in the back does engine work and brake drums. Ask him."I put the wrench back and. And the recipe forthe game hens, mainly. I add basil, though." God, listen to us," she said. "We're like a couple of old women talkingabout recipes." Why is talk about recipes always a woman thing?" Cleon asked. "A lot ofthe great chefs are men. Paul Prudhomme and Gordon Ramsey and Emeril andAnthony Bourdain and Guy Fieri." And Chef Boy-ar-dee." Oh, hush." Sweetheart, I'm just joking around. You can cook for me anytime youwant. Speaking of which, have you thought about tonight?" Italian?". You usually only have one thing on your mind, and it happens to be the same thing – sex. Go fuck your brains out." But, you ... and the kids..." You can owe me some special treat." Even as I said that, I tried to conjure up what kind of special treat I could think of. Nothing came to mind that I wasn't already enjoying.Stacy chewed on the idea for a while. She had a real approach-avoidance thing going on. I couldn't understand why she wasn't leaping at the opportunity.I posed another discussion.