I walked up to her slowly. I could see her trembling. I kissed her softly on her lips. Softly. They tasted good. I kissed them again. I moved my lips ...down her neck. I took her hands and wrapped them around my waist. She held on tight, moving her feet slowly as if we were dancing. It’s a nice gesture, but that wasn’t what I was hoping for. I pull her arms from my waist and placed them near the front of my pants. I left them there and continued to kiss her around her neck. My hands moved. “Hello,” I said finally.“Hi,” said the friendly one, and she waved. The otherone nodded.“I’m here to visit my grandmother,” I said.“Hi,” said the friendly one again. “You must be Jerry.”I suddenly felt much better. If she knew my name, shemust be OK.“Yes, I am,” I said. “And who are you?”“I’m Teddi, and this is Alika.” Teddi gestured towardher companion as if she were introducing royalty.. ” he responds with a grin. “Ohhhhhh” you say with a broader grin. He sets the coffee cup on the bar, and puts his hands on your waist. You respond by placing your arms over his shoulders and around his neck, and lean forward for a kiss that quickly becomes a long, exploring tongue French kiss. His hands slide down your hips on either side, up under your short skirt, and grasp your bare buttocks and pull you closer to him. “Nice ass” he says. “Nice hands” you say and dive back in for another. I somehow knew our parting wouldn't be as easy as we predicted."I'm meeting with the tenant that's taking the fourth floor on Tuesday. Would you like to sit in?" she asked as we got ready for bed."Sure, I might learn something," I said, heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth."It's early, eight A.M. We're meeting at their place so I can see how they operate now," she yelled from the bedroom. "Will you pick me up?" Maybe I should sleep at your place on Monday night," I suggested, coming back.