The lady of this story is “Mini” (name changed), wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. I guess she was around 25 years of age. She was very fair..., slim but had healthy curves, black hairs tied with clutter, and a tattoo on her forearm. I was stunned to see the beauty. I woke up and asked her, “Do you need any help?”Mini: My ticket is still on ‘waiting list’, and I don’t have any seat. Would you mind if I sit here for some time?Me: Of course not, you can sit here as long as you want.Mini: Thank. Shall we go back to the game?"This time, I sat in the middle of the couch, and Ray sat next to me. The conversation turned to the game. We got to discussing strategy, and I decided I knew at least as much about football as he did. Of course Ray had played the game, so he didn't think I knew all that much.It was third and seven, the ball on the opponent's thirty, midway through the third quarter; the visitors had the ball, eighteen points behind. "OK, Ray, this is a passing down, what do they do. " How could I refuse an invitation like that? It will be my pleasure to be your escort."Ken was pleased when Kate opened the door as he called for her at her condo. She was wearing high heels and a dark blue dress with a V neckline. The dress was belted at the waist which showed that she had small hips and waist but it emphasized her considerable breasts at the same time. Her makeup was impeccable and every hair on her head was in place."I am going to tell you something you already know. You. "I wonder how you will change that poor pickup. You do have a habit of remaking everything. Even the people in your life, but then usually it is for the better." she said."Just usually," I asked."I'll have to think some before I go back on a vague answer," she smile. You brought me a hundred turkeys, the least I can do is give you a bowl of soup."I knew better than to argue with Helen, so I left her kitchen with a huge plastic container of soup. Most of that would be headed to Sylvia's.I drove.