So it was that one glorious Tuesday morning I found myself sitting on the low wall surrounding an ornamental fountain in one of the city’s many squa...res, with my servant at a respectable distance — he was of a lower class after all. I was doing nothing in particular, just enjoying the feeling of freedom, and possibly enjoying it all the more because it was slightly naughty. I was sitting idly running my fingers across the surface of the water and daydreaming when I heard a strange man’s voice,. She gave me her work number and I called her the following week. ‘How have you been, Karla?’ I asked her when she answered the phone, not giving my name. ‘Yep,’ I replied. ‘It’s great to hear your voice,’ she said, ‘What’s up?’ I laughed. Always straight to the point. ‘Nothing, I just wanted to know how you were.’ ‘Bullshit,’ she said, ‘I know you better. Three years and now an email you want to talk to me?’ ‘Well, I am kind of going through a rough time in my marriage,’ I admitted, ‘our sex. They were chatting about something and weren't looking around, so I wasn't too worried that she'd notice me.Lacey had said her mother-in-law was sure this date was a terrible idea. She had used the word "disaster" though I thought that might be a little hyperbole. I gathered the crazy hippie woman is also a psychic, which is the kind of thing I take pride in not believing in, except that in this case if Chris really did fall hard for this guy then I was toast after all, so I was giving ESP a. She always thought the protection of her father in her first year and her obvious youth had shied suitors away. The fact she stayed away from the parties, or was not allowed to go to them left most guys with the impression she was not a party girl.She was proud how she had handled the come-on.She saw Arnie 3 more times that day and each time he smiled like he knew she would eventually come over to his side. She was happy that someone was flirting with her though. Besides the Animal House type.