She placed her clutch bag down on a table next to a vase full of fresh flowers and took a few tentative steps forward. "Hello?" she said nervously. Ka...lee froze when she heard a noise from a low leather armchair in front of the window. She could just make out the silhouette of a man sat there, his hand hanging over the side as he gently placed a drink onto a glass topped table. The ambient illumination from outside cast a stark contrast of his profile. "Come closer.” His voice was deep and rich. "Young Lady, how would you like to have dinner on me and at a table where you don't have to hold you iced tea so that it wont be on your mashed potatoes?" I'm sorry what?" I could tell she was not only bewildered but extremely embarrassed."Ma'am, I haven't had a real meal in almost a week, however I refuse to eat with people tripping over me. I expect that if there were two of us, we could get a better table." I turned my attention to the seating monitor before I asked. "That is true isn't it?. If you are easily offended, let someone else look at them and describe them. These are not for the squeamish and are very damning."She wrinkled her forehead and said, "Give 'em to me, I'm no prude."After she began looking through them, she exclaimed, "Oh shit. Damn, would you look at that, it looks like, ah Chuck, did you look at these closely?" Not too close, I didn't want to get caught looking at stuff like that at work." Where did you find these?"I said, "The center drawer on my desk was. I was on my mandatory visit to my father's for a few weeks. Mom and dad divorced when I was five, leaving mom to raise me on her own.He finally arrived and helped me carry my bags to his car. When we made it to him apartment, he said he had to work late for a few days. I said ok, and put my things in the extra bedroom. We ate dinner and I went to bed. The next morning I found a note saying what chores I was expected to do. I figured I should get them out of the way,and have the rest of the day.