She smiles and says, “It’s good to see you. Mike and I have been looking forward to this evening.”“Where is your husband? Isn’t he joining u...?”“He’s parking the car. He’ll be here in a few minutes.”“You look stunning in that outfit. Very business looking and sexy at the same time.”“Thank you, Derek, I’m glad you like it. I’m wearing it for you.” She leans forward revealing a hint of cleavage, “Which do you prefer, business-like or sexy?”“I think sexy is best. Did your husband help you pick it. I’m convinced they planned it for Sunday so my mother wouldn’t miss her Saturday night sex party. For the last couple of weeks she was not coming home from her Saturday night date until after she made him breakfast on Sunday morning.Now dinner was very interesting. My mother failed to tell me Mr. Brennan’s twenty-two-year-old son Greg that looked a lot like a younger version of his father, had been invited to dinner too. Damn, if he wasn’t just as charming. I could see my mother smiling as she. Restaurants and bars are all now smoke-free. The only time she smelled of smoke was when she went to the casino and then it would be a knock me over smoke smell. Lisa was once a smoker but that was well over 20 years ago when we dated. She came from a family of smokers while I was from a non-smoking family. She quit sometime during our engagement as she felt awkward and uncomfortable smoking around my family. She only had what is referred to as a social cigarette with friends in the first few. She had the same tracksuit on as every one else but her trousers looked like they could be ripped off with ease. She came forward "Alright Trump". Trump was taken aback, he couldn't remember the last time he was spoken to like that.Five minutes later and Trump still couldn't keep his eyes off this woman. She strolled around like she owned the place, whacking all the girls on the back as she laughed and bullishly horsed down the canapés. Trump felt that urge again, the same one the caught him.