At this time, I had recently bought an expensive 6+6 SLR camera for my studio work.Up to now, it had been a quiet Saturday afternoon but I had got my ...recent purchase for J to see."So what does it do?" she said holding the big camera gingerly in her hands."Takes great pictures," I said. "In photography, as well as in other things, size is important. With this camera you get a bigger negative and thus you get better quality." Oh," she said."I suppose it doesn't come cheap?" she said handing it. You got me. I really wanted to dress up nice, though. It just seems wrong to wear jeans and a sweater to a formal dinner with the Queen, Linda grumbled.Anyone know exactly where this dinner’s going to be at? Tink asked.Why don’t we just ask the Prime Minister? He should know, Linda whispered. Ret? Kelly? Can we talk to him?Mr. Prime Minister, I have the Silver Angel calling for you on line three, Ret whispered to the British Prime Minister.“What? What’s that you say? Who is this?” the Prime. This was going to be fun. "But actually, the waitress got it wrong. I intended this drink for you," I said, setting it down in front of the chubby friend.I could practically feel the cold breeze from one end and the rising heat from the other. Even though I wasn't looking at her, I could tell Blondie was about ready to kill me, while her friend started to blush. I gave her a friendly look, and then I let a little bit of a smile escape and I saw that she was smiling too, despite herself. She was. Promise?Later, when they were getting ready for bed, Grace caught Mac looking at her in the mirror. She flashed him a sexy smile. “Like what you see?”“Yes, I do. Very much so,” he answered. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. You are both breathtakingly beautiful and wickedly intelligent.”Grace blushed. “Why, thank you, kind sir,” she said seductively. “You’re pretty amazing too, my handsome, sexy, brilliant businessman.”Mac took her into his arms, “We make a good team, Gracie. I.