Again, this was all implication, but the conversation turned to a trip she was taking to visit the company/learn what new features we could provide to...her company, and I was sure he was seeing if I'd bite at the opportunity to try and, for lack of better words, seduce her. Brad knew I was single and never short of a date. I kept things very professional with him, but he had a feeling I might be a good replacement for that unnamed pimp that satisfied Margie a couple of years ago. I said,. Most people didn't shake eight-year-old girl's hands, and most didn't squeeze. He did. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to prove that he was a lot stronger than she was."It's just Kennedy," she'd told him. "I'm not a Miss."Mr. Glastonbury had smiled at her. "It is either Miss or Ms. I'm not very fond of the latter; it sounds rude. Miss Kennedy, our names no more go naked into the world than we do."He had a British accent, like the butler of Family Affair, she thought. That was kind of. Who would have thought that it took a private waiter to make me like a man in briefs?I looked over at Maya, she pulled her eyes away from his crotch long enough to catch the stupid grin on my face. It was then that another figure came into view, a man had just made his way up the stairs and into the lounge. He glanced over at us and gave us both a slight nod before taking a seat in the booth next to us.As we went back to eyeing up our waiter, a female waiter appeared from behind the bar. Your such a good husband. Thoughtful. Caring. Loving. But you need some time for yourself!"I leaned over her again and kissed her on the forehead, as well as the lips. As I stood up, she gave me that weak smile again. I hated seeing her reduced to a bed. She'd come down with MS three years earlier, and at first it didn't seem to effect her all that much, but little by little, it had claimed more and more of her physical abilities, until she was nearly always confined to her bed. So, there was a.