.I was almost naked! My nipples rock hard and were plainly visible, poking out through the satin teddy. My shaved pussy would peek out from under the ...front of her very short hem whenever I moved. From the back, my ass was clearly visible, and it was obvious that I was not wearing panties. In my hand was a bunch of magnetic hotel room keys. Hubby raised his glass, smiled encouragement, nodding his head towards a table of single guys.I spied the table with three young guys sitting by themselves. No pussycats today, instead pink flowers. "I got an IM from Mrs. Marcus." An instant message?" So, Harriett was IMing now? "What did she have to say?" She's fine, and she wants the pantry cleaned, top to bottom," Inga said.Taking the pantry apart and putting it back together, ignoring the cleaning in-between, was a Herculean job, not a two-hour quickie. Harriett was being unreasonable, after just advising me not to take advantage of Inga's ministry. "You'll never finish that today." Not even if. She still stood on the outside to the entrance of my flat, understanding her reason, better be safe than sorry.With the cup of tea in my hand, I said. “Thank you. You don’t have to call me Mr Michaelides. George is OK.”“OK, George.” She said with a smile.There was a telephone ring coming from outside, probably upstairs, she excused herself, going back to her flat.“Hopefully next time we meet we have a longer conversation than that,” I said to myself.Looking around the apartment, it brought back. O. and patchouli. The Honors College girls wouldn’t have them because they had no ambition. That left us womyn. Susan had serious relationships with four of these guys in college and a few marijuana inspired one-night hook ups with a few more. The serious relationships all had the same story line which I now know as Susan’s pattern. It’s all love and roses. At least, it was Susan’s version of love and roses—ferocious respect and equality. At the three month mark, however, the guy would do.