This just seems to encourage him to come over and sit next to me. I let out a silent sigh and do the niceties with him. At least he is cute, unlike th...e last yahoo I had to deal with the last time. I notice he isn't wearing a ring of course this doesn't mean much but there is no tan line either. “Good evening, or should I say good early morning?” He speaks with a slight accent I can’t figure out just yet but I like it. He’s tall, about 6’2” and about 150 pounds with light brown almost dirty. This Sophie was significantly younger than her sister, Brittany’s mother. I figured in about her early thirties. Mr. and Mrs. Adams were closer to my parents’ age, just over forty. And when Sophie came into my arms, her eyes locked on mine. The intensity of their black depths held me mesmerized. The music started and there was nothing else in the room but my dancing partner. Anything I tried, she followed. Any subtle shift in her posture let me know what she was expecting next and I could lead. Make me a list of anything else you need me to get.”“Already done,” she giggled cutely and pulled out a piece of paper from behind her back. Of course she already knew I couldn’t refuse her, or her feminine charms. I took the paper and put on some actual jeans instead of just my sweat pants, then kissed her as I went out the door.The streets were creepily empty, like there had been a zombie invasion or something, but there were a few rare people out and about like me. Some wore those. But at least Lance was doingeverything he could to reduce the coercive effect, the intoxicatingeffect, of wealth, power and diamonds. A part of my mind whispered tomy champagne soaked self-awareness that I was thinking like a girl, butat that moment, I did not care a bit. I was in girl's heaven!# # #Samantha was being extraordinarily bossy with me the next workdayafternoon. "No, Kimmie, I am not going to let you in until you do yourlips." You can be so mean sometimes, Samantha!" I said,.