She had turned to watch the people out on the dance floor grinding, moving and groping in a mass nearly an orgy. I stopped watching her drink being ma...de to watch her watch the dancers. The smile that caressed her lips as she moved slightly to the beat before returning her attention to the bar. A few moments after she turned back, her drink was set before her and the bartender was once again busy taking orders. She stood waiting for the bartender to tell her the cost of her drink before she. Yeah that was it. Boy what a k**der she could be. I mean that had to be the answer. She couldn't possibly be so... so lonely... Then occurred to me, she never talked about having a boyfriend. She never talked about going out on dates. I searched my mind. In fact all through high school she only dated once or twice. Maybe she is that lonely. Windsor Heights is a small town. Maybe there just aren't enough good men to go around.Well what ever the truth is she and I had better have a serious talk.. Mary, an early riser too, was already in the garden, kicking a tennis ball against the garage wall that joined her house. She, like me was dressed in shorts and tee shirt, and smiled cheerfully as I approach.“Hi Joe, I was hoping you’d come over today” she said brightly, thinking back she had a strange air about her that morning, like she was hiding something, but me being a typical boy didn’t pick up on it.“Hi Mary” I replied casually “whatchya been up to” I added.“Nothing much, hanging out. What do you think?"I started laughing and said, "Right you are, but we ought to have a date first to get the kind offer validated."Linda said, "You can't fool me." And left us alone.The meal was great and afterwards I asked Charlotte if she wanted to see my place. She did.After seeing the first floor with living room, dining room and kitchen Charlotte said, "It's a pity that one person lives alone in such a nice house. Lot of women would be happy to live here with a nice guy like you."I.