I have an interview tomorrow.KK: Best of luck, bye-bye.She was a no-show the next day. I waited patiently the day after, not knowing if she would turn...up but hoping she would appear. Then she breezed in, looking fabulous in a baby-blue full sleeve blouse and formal black pants showing off her narrow waist.Her hair braid coiled into a bun. Loose hair on the sideburns was recently shaved. All jewelry was removed except two plain earrings. Darker lipstick and no eye makeup made her even more. Jump forward to the present and we have maybe not quite as passionate a relationship, but we're still going strong. And we have a houseful of children now mostly grown. Penny the oldest is a spitfire like her mother, but even more of a knockout. 5'9" blonde wavy hair, blue eyes and amazing curves with a chest that sometimes makes me do a double take when she's walking around the house with just an old tank top and no bra. She must be at least a 35C maybe bigger. Penny isn't technically supposed. ’ Anne stayed quiet this time as Don seemed to be unsure of what to say next. ‘Miss Summers, no one changes overnight and neither will I, but . . . I will NEVER hurt you.’ Looking at him, she realized that he was staring directly in her eyes and for some reason she actually believed him. ‘Mister Duncan, I guess you are right, your past has made me feel a bit unnerved at times.’ Looking down for a minute she paused and then continued. ‘But I owe you an apology, when I asked about saying grace, I. It was late on a warm afternoon when I was escorted to the Estate. Castrum Antonius was a large, sprawling Villa faced with shimmering marble and surrounded by lush gardens. Fountains topped by statues of heroes past, or the noble and mighty gods posing in their majesty, dotted the grounds and the sound of running water competed with the chirping of birds to fill the air with pleasant sounds.Slaves clad in white tunics scurried about the grounds, cleaning and maintaining the gardens. Dour.