She lay there until he drifted back off to sleep, then slid out from underneath his limp arm and, careful not to stir him too much, crawled out of bed.... She threw on a t-shirt, not bothering with panties or anything else, and went out to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. Sitting on the couch, reading her paper with the cat curled up by her feet and savoring her fist cup of morning coffee, she smiled to herself as she thought of the night before. It had been far too long since the two of them. The walk from the parking strip to their building wasn't a long one butJulia dragged it out, walking slowly, almost idly forward getting up hernerve to give the news to Eric that he was falling ever further behindher, assuming she took the promotion. She wanted to tell him at home,hopefully while he was examining some good job prospect online, andreassure him that, any day now, he'd be at a great job again. She couldonly hope that was true.As she was reaching the planter, still lazily moving. " Oh? Doing what?" I sell lingerie. Oh, not the things you see at Victoria's Secret, I sell the things a girl expects to wear all day long."He chuckled. "Are you telling me that women who wear things from Victoria's Secret don't intend to keep their clothes on very long?" Trust me, some seductive clothes pinch in all of the wrong places. It's almost like they want you to get out of them as soon as possible." I'll take your word on that." After a couple of blocks he pulled into the parking lot. "I'm gonna make this easier on everyone. You guys decide the order. It doesn't matter tome!" They both looked at me like I was crazy, but I was serious. The order of the tunesmade no difference to me. "I think right now we need to worry more about a name thananything else. How about Friends Of Fred?" I laughed when I saw they took my suggestionseriously. "The Little Easy." From Darla. "Charbroiled Eggs." From Fred. "Ladies' Choice." I had to offer something? "Hometown. Heroes." Fred again. The.