Wanda Perkins, a fellow grad student at Berkley. Sharp, pretty, witty, and a total bitch. Well … she could be, when she wanted to. I had pursued her... during the past two years … and I’d even gotten her to go out with me once. We both had a really good time, but when I had tried to kiss her goodnight, she turned me down flat, and she’d refused to accept another date thereafter. My only consolation over the next year was that she had apparently refused to go out with anyone else, either. Because. What's customary?" First timer, eh? Perhaps you should start with an hour. If you want to continue on, well we can accommodate you easily enough." Yes, an hour seems ... fine." And when would you like to come by? Or perhaps you want us to come to you?" Today? I can come by this later this afternoon?" Let's see," Zara said, then paused. "Good, we have an opening at four this afternoon. How is that for you?"Liz thought frantically. That was two hours from now. She had to do her hair and so many. ..My most favorite thing to do is pick up the phone and call a plumber, electrician, handyman or some other blue-collar tradesman. I love the rough, hairy, sweaty, primitive types best. The more uncouth, dirty and brutish, the better!I always make up a story about a leaky tap or squeaky door hinge or some nonsense. Of course, they always say they can't see a problem at which point they alway turn around to see me bent over with my tight little skirt hitched up. I hardly ever wear panties so. A moment of bliss where the world is mine… then a release as I stand again and deliberately walk on.You open the door and hold it open for me, far longer than is seemly. Your wife notices. I feel her eyes too, burning holes in my me, though, or perhaps because, I pretend to be oblivious.I am greeted in the hall by my family. It is pandemonium but it is Oma’s attention which I crave. It is her opinion that matters. Beside her, I am small. She rises, a broad smile playing upon her lovely, worn.