But right now my biggest concern was, of course, what to weartonight for dinner? I was in a panic about it, really. Dirty clothes hadpiled up and no n...w dresses were within reach. All that mattered thatnight was doing my very best to please my man.At 6pm Ben came down to the deck to find it arranged for dinner,complete with a nice centerpiece made of sea shells and a conch I'dfound on one of my walks that week. Tiki torches were lit at everycorner, along with votive candles interspersed with. . I guess it would be okay with me."They looked at Craig. We had talked about this, and my own reaction to their story had caused us to suspect that some measure of ... shall we say "acceptance" ... would be expected by Jack."Um ... I didn't mind it at all," he said, forcing a blush. "As long as nobody finds out," he added in a rush. I could see his father's eyes take that all in and the man relaxed. That was something he could understand.Fran, ever the pragmatist, said something that nobody. 'Hiya Pete. On your lunch?' she asked, smiling.'Sure,' I replied. 'I need it.''I don't know how you can work here. It must be terrible having to listen tous girls talking about men and clothes all the time.''You're not that bad! I don't know... I think it's funny. I'm not bothered atall.''Yeah, you're just one of the girls, aren't you?' she said, laughing.I blushed. 'I wouldn't go that far,' I said, embarrassed.'Come on then, what do you think of my top?' she said, pointing to herblouse. It was. No, he'd said Seven to Ten BUSINESS days.'Everybody knows governmental offices are only open 4 days a week ... Well, five really, but that fifth day is a myth. Nobody starts anything new on Friday. They start leaving at noon on Friday.'But this coming business week doesn't start until NEXT Tuesday.'This is Friday. Shit. I was already starting to sweat. I was doing my figuring on my fingers.'Today doesn't count, nor Saturday, Sunday and Monday is a Legal Holiday. There's four days just waiting.