Fifteen to twenty minutes listing highlights, Secretary jotted scribbles on her shorthand pad that Dan had no hope of deciphering, were immediately tr...nscribed into an electronic diary. Neither Dan nor Secretary ever got caught in an I-can’t-remember moment. Let me look in the diary settled confused memories. Dan’s week was over; he thanked his Secretary for her support. His concerns about Laura, San Francisco and Greg resurfaced; Dan held an arm to Secretary as she was about to return to her. " Auntie adjusted the toes of my nylons, slightly displaying my polished toenails; she slipped the open-toed heels, with sling backs, on my girlish feet, saying they would be appropriate for an evening out. The heels were fairly high, but comfortable. They were of white patent leather, 4-inch heels with buckled straps. I carefully slid my feet into them, it was a fantastic sensation as my polished toenails peeked through the open toes of the shoes. Auntie knelt. She groaned again, muttering, ‘Oh mi Dios!’, then squirmed around in my arms to face me. Suddenly we were kissing, more passionately than I’d kissed Lisa in a long time, our tongues dueling for supremacy. If I’d thought about how I’d have wanted my first encounter with Rosa to be, I’d have said tender and sweet. This wasn’t: it was wild and desperate, as we both unleashed the strong emotions that had been building to boiling point within us. As we kissed I pushed her up against the wall and. “I’m glad. Eat up because otherwise I’ll have to, and I don’t need it,” Gerald quipped, patting his belly. “I think I’m going to go take a nice rest on the recliner. Worked mighty hard on those eggs. I tired myself out. Enjoy them, you two.” He walked out of the kitchen and sat on the recliner, closing his eyes.Jason took the plate from his mother and called out a quick “thank you” before starting to shovel the food into his mouth. He silently ate the rest of his food while keeping an eye in.