“Caroline, this is Harriet Wills. She has been designing patterns for fabrics.”Caroline looked over the patterns on the table. “I could see that...one in the dining room,” she said.“So, Harriet,” said Jake, “you may have one customer! If you get back to me in a week I should have something to tell you. Meantime you should tell your mama that you have been to see us, and I have an idea regarding a companion for you. By the way, did your brother not think to come with you? I am very interested in. FMC Carswell didn’t loom there as grimly as I had hoped; it looked sort of like a large suburban post office. Probably more unpleasant from the inside looking out. I sincerely hope so.Next I GPS’d myself to the area known among a certain in-crowd as the Chicken Stroll. East of Dallas. Sort of a dreary mashup of decaying urban, unsuccessful industrial / warehouse low-rises, and some faded rural dreams. I got out and blinked in the morning sun. June temp already in the 90s and heading north.I. The anticipation was killing me. I couldn't believe I was actually going to make love to Amy and soon at that. Monday arrived after what seemed like a year of waiting. My wife left for her class and I had to work hard not speeding over to Amy's apartment. I climbed the steps by twos. I stood outside with my hand up to knock when the door swung open and there before me was the sexiest vision. Amy was standing in front of me in a long sheer nightgown. It was back lit so her nude form showed. She was drawn more toward aggressive, more dominant types. And, I could see that, by who she went out with---typically jocks and athletes. I wondered about that, because that didn't seem like her, but she said it was mainly because of the sex--most of them were very good at it, and she enjoyed the physical pleasures they could provide her.So that was it. Now I didn't know what to do. I really admired her, loved her, but I started to explore my feelings a bit more and my fantasies and also my.