“Please come and sit here.” He gestured to an upholstered chair at the side of his desk.“Why not let the customer see the goods?” I thought to...myself, discreetly unbuttoning my overcoat and crossing my legs, with the stockings making a lovely swishing noise.“Ahem… so tell me Mrs Metcalf…”“Dee, please.”“Dee. And have you had any relevant experience in the area of room service?” He loosened his tie a little as if he was overheating.I uncrossed my legs and re-crossed them the other way, allowing. But patience is a virtue.You invited him in sounding a little flustered. And you asked if he wanted something to drink. He said he wasn’t thirsty but thanked you. You brought him into the living room and sat down on the couch and talked for over an hour about his choices and options. You two finally settled on what a plan for him and that was it.You needed to figure out a way to make him stay. He had the same plan. He mentioned your pool but your husband just shocked it before he left and no. The tests are not hopeful." Tests...? I don't remember tests. In fact ... I don't remember anything. I ... I don't even remember my name." Yes, I know," I said with a feigned tone of concern. "You have amnesia ... and the tests that we've been running tell us that you will likely never recover your long term memories." I'll never remember who I was...?"I shook my head."But ... the people who know and love me ... they can help, right? Tell me about my past...? Help me to remember...? Will that. She took a deep, cleansing breath. "That's a good exercise, huh?" Yeah. We need something to get rid of all the fried catfish."Giggles. "Well, we do other exercises, too, you know. We get quite aerobic, don'tcha know..." You're an evil, lusty little girl. I may just have to keep you to myself so you won't get in trouble."Her laughter tinkled in my ears. "I'm already in trouble. I let myself fall in love with some ol' guy an' sometimes I love him so much I can't see straight."It's a good thing.