Damn - these nice things were so big on her little frame, that you could not escape without looking at them.I started directly, though the temptation ...to have an easy flirting was really big."what's up, July?" I... I have a problem... of some kind..."Tears were gathering in her eyes, as she started to talk. I sighed, and prepared to be patient and understanding. The conversation was going to be a bit complicated and I knew the cost of getting involved in such conversation - that was at least. She unlocked her apartment and switched on lights. Logan slipped off his jacket and then loosened and removed his tie. “Grab a couple glasses from the cabinet,” she said as she opened her refrigerator.“Here.” Alex filled the two glasses and they clinked rims.“To a career in photography,” Logan said and they both sipped. “Nice rose.” He looked in her eyes. “A book!”“We’ll see if anything comes of that,” Alex replied.Logan set down his glass. He approached Alex and embraced her. Gently he lifted. Been...a while." Oooh," she winced. "What did the sick bastard want for week two?" You have to swear that you will never tell anyone."She smiled. "Well, this has to be good." Seriously, no one. Not even Gib," her husband."Oooh..." Seriously, or I'm not talking."She laughed. "I swear."I looked at the ground. "I had to go out. In a mini, 3" heels and," Itook a deep breath, "no underwear." She laughed loud enough that peopleturned around. "Come on...people are looking, Robin."She was. As they stood sipping the wine, Bob looked at Marion."OK, I've got your story, husband's busy." Then turning to Gail, "Now, what are doing here all alone? Nobody's snatched you up again?" Hey," Marion interjected her voice full of mock insult, "she's not alone, she's with me. And for your information, Gail's particular as to whom she lets snatch her up."Far from angry, Marion knew he was fishing of answers and wanted to keep the conversation going. She raised her head theatrically with her nose.