"She did, to a series of fill flashes and clicks."You are beautiful." Thank you. It must be the shoes."Steven laughed. "They do like very nice... I'll...admit. But it's the rest of you I'm interested in. Now put these on." He placed her clothes on the coffee table."Any particular order?" Yes, the tank top first."She pulled it on, nestling her breasts inside, barely. Clearly, he hadn't "forgotten" the bra. It was an intentional "oversight." And just as clearly, he had chosen a shirt that fit her. While I ate, I listened to all of them and happily realized that there were not all waiting for me. They were fully engaged with each other. I texted Kristen to come over before I started asking Jeremy and Alice to tell me what they had been up to. I hadn't spent much time with them and they had really gone down the path of dating. I was surprised and happy for them since I think they were both good for each other. Brenda looked quite pleased by them and even Susan seemed to like Alice.Kristen. When the lobby expanded into a little place called the Club Tesla, local connections to America's jazz world proved kind, and Ella Fitztgerald and Sammy Davis Jr. had been known to stop by. Eventually it became a strip joint, and the place's reputation, like much of Downtown, suffered. There were violent crimes associated with the place, and of course some Mob money.All that passed away with the Seventies. As time went on, those who kept the club and watched over it tried to play things clean. “Jordan told you?”Linda looked down at me. “Who’s Jordan?”I shook my head. “You’ll find out later.”“Oh, no you don’t,” Sammi said, striding over to look down at me. Then she caught sight of how much of me there was to see. “Dammit, Seth. I thought you were finished.”Yes, I was embarrassed, but I also felt justified. “There is a limit on how few I can have.”“But not how many,” Sammi finished.“What are you two talking about?” Linda asked.Sammi glanced at her. “You haven’t told her about yourself.