Meghan already toldme her office was sending her to some damned training session in D.C. forthe week. I can call in sick and let Charlie Proctor do t...e work for ourteam. That asshole of a boss won't know the difference, and Charlie's toomuch of a pussy to complain.The hell with it; Meghan's probably waiting for me already, and the doorswon't open unless I take a damned shower. Cute joke, fixing them with thedoor, I wonder how they did it.Damn, that water feels good, just warm enough to soak. I could have gotten a gown from Target or Sears and you'd have done just as well."Vixen laughed. "What's next?" A small party in my apartment tomorrow night and then a football game on Sunday." A football game? Who's playing?" Out at the Meadowlands. It's the Giants and the Redskins." I don't have anything to wear." You will by then," he said as the heavy car dove into the parking garage.They slept late on Saturday and woke to make love again, strenuously, showered together and he took her up. When will you ask her?”“Tonight, at dinner.”Angela and Jam walked up. Jam said, “Jar, what are you plotting?”“You’ll find out, my duke.”The four of us headed toward our suites of rooms. Once there, Angela and I went to our bedrooms to dress. Jam headed to his room and Roger left for his room. A moment later, Angela came into my bedroom. “Jar, what’s going on?”“Ange, trust me. It’s okay. Roger just wanted to give me some procedure for this evening.” I paused. “How do you feel toward Roger?”“He’s. But at this very moment on the day that should have been, was supposed to be, was publicized by the Mayan calendar as being the last, the bumpy bed offered an unusual comfort. This sort of trouble was unusual for Tricia. Usually the good girl in any crowd, Tricia never made waves, never went to the edge. This was all so very new. Foggy and hung over from the unexpected adventures of the past night, and with a ratty strand of Christmas lights blinking a tedious, dreadful pattern of glare and.