His text and emails came at random hours of the night, and sometimes took days to return. At first she passed it off as simply Adam being Adam, but th...n her high school friends finally convinced her that he was intentionally stringing her along. It was all in the body language, they said. His disarming smile and way he aligned his body against hers, arms wrapped casually over the shoulders, had them guaranteeing that he wouldn’t miss her. Just friends. Guys didn’t stay just friends with girls. I explained that I was working night and that it was my sleep time, but she didn't budge. "It won't take long." she said. She acted like she was the one running for something,It was two more days before the manager of the store could find time for the event. That is the way she phrased it. I was a little uneasy about it all. It turned out that I was uneasy for good reason. It was one of those empower women meetings. I didn't care for the meeting and as a matter of fact I didn't care for the. "Jesus Michele! You just don't get it do you?" Everything is a business to Eddie. The clothes, makeup, wigs and soforth you have to pay for. You also pay to have your clothes washed and'workroom cleaned'. You also pay when you order in more clothes, wigs,lingerie, shoes and stuff. Mabel will bring around the catalogue and anorder form for you."I mind flew back to the times I spent with Eddie as he made me order inwomen's clothes, nylons, makeup and so forth for his stable of workinggirls; but I. He had an apartment in an old converted row house that had once been a one family. Now it was divided into three apartments. His was on the second floor.Brief case in hand he led the way fumbling for his keys. He got the door open and pointed out the coat rack to me where I could hang my topcoat and suit jacket. He didn’t bother turning on any lights, probably figuring he would feel his way. There was a streetlight just out side the window that cast a dim glow over the room.“Want a beer?” .