They're...personal. I can't keep them and I don't think your mother would want them destroyed. I think they're for you. I don't know why she sent them... to me." Okay. Tomorrow at ten, but I've got to be somewhere for 10:30." That's fine. I don't want to impose. I know you don't know me. I mean, I'd love to get to know you, for Sam's sake, but I understand, really I do. I'll just drop these things off and be gone."She hung up.I felt bad. I didn't have to be such a prick but she caught me by. "There you go," she said. "And don't forget, we have great cinnamon rolls, if you'd like one for dessert."Shari looked right at her small breasts and licked her lips."I was thinking more of cupcakes," Shari said."Or sticky buns," Tanya added.The waitress looked over at me and smiled."You must have to spank these two all the time to keep them in line."I shook my head."It doesn't work," I told. "They like it too much. They just be worse, so they can get spanked again."The waitress laughed,. .. and maybe nervousness.She sat in the kitchen with me and sipped tea as I chopped and grated, sliced, mixed and stirred. There's an American expression I've come across that I quite like – we 'visited' together (I think that's how it goes). She liked the outdoors; walking on the moors, bird-watching. In the past, she'd done some sailing; she was reticent about that. She had a full licence to ride motorcycles as well as drive, but she hadn't had a car since the divorce. Sheffield? University?. Digging into her bag, Laylah produced her usual barrage of facial enhancing 'tools' and went on to applying that which was to make her look like a mysterious person. The ladies that were coming and going out of there at the time were giving Laylah some odd looks, but she didn't mind. She was here to see David, not them. She knew what David liked his ladies to look like, and she wanted to fit that type, to make him happy.Replacing the cap on her dark burgundy lipstick, Laylah took her mirrored.