Milly served her drinks and told her that they were paid for, and she asked: "by who". Milly smiled and nodded in my direction.The soldier looked dow... at me, mouthing a "thank you" and giving me a wink.That's when I took the initiative to move and take a stool next to hers. "Hi, how are you, Miss?" I spoke politely, "May I?" as I took the seat next to hers. "Thank you for your service." She said, "Hello, how are you, Sir?" and took a long sip of her whiskey on the rocks. Things got very. I walked toward the stairs and gave the leash a quick tug to get her moving. I praised her, as I led her down the stairs, "You are such a good girl, puppy."When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I tugged the leash and told her, "Heel, girl."Daphne crawled up so her shoulder touched my leg and we began to walk across the house slowly, so that Daphne had time to navigate on all fours. I led her to the back door of the house. I reached down and patted her on the head and said, "Stand up and put. We hadn't actually seen face pictures of each other so the first meeting always has a bit of apprehension.As he got out the car the first thing that struck me was he looked older than the 57 he had told me he was, but nonetheless I greeted him warmly and made our way back up to the house. He was a bit quiet which I put down to nerves, I was feeling them too. I kept the conversation flowing and suggested we take our drink up to the bedroom.I showed him the view from our window which is. A thin film of sweat clings against my neck, and my long, thick hair begs to be pulled up. By the time I sit down in front of the screen, my feet ache so much, I kick my patent leather pumps off immediately. My toes wiggle, thankful to be freed. The good thing about this theatre, I soon realize, is that these soft, red leather seats recline. I feel like I’m sitting in a La-Z-Boy. I lean my head back, close my eyes, and feel the AC cooling my hot skin. I hike my dress a little above my knee.