“Claire’s a nice woman, isn’t she?” Eric asked.“I think she’s wonderful.”“Look, as I said, Coffee Hour isn’t really a meal. Shall we...stop on the way for a real Sunday dinner?”“You have been so kind, already.”“Well, I’m a bachelor. I cook some meals, but not Sunday dinner. It isn’t as if I had a meal waiting for me at home. If you refuse to eat with me, I’ll just visit a restaurant after dropping you off. Solitary eating isn’t as dangerous as solitary drinking, but it’s rather sad. When I’m. .by both guys andgals. I was married once to a jerk for 6 years. He lied to me, cheatedon me, ignored me and so I divorced him. I got most all of it and helost all of it including the girlfriend he was cheating on me with! Igot the business, a consulting business and began to systematicallyreplace most of the men with talented women and not only is it now afully woman owned business but it is a fully women operated business. Ido have three male employees but you really could not call them men. I hoped it was just a dog, or perhaps another type of animal that had crawled into that small hole. Yet I saw it! A shape! A huddled, dirty woman lay in the fetal position, her face hidden from me. What the hell was I to do? I bent down my face coming closer to the desk opening. She was shivering, perhaps in the damp morning air, or from fear. The woman only wore a thin summer dress and heels. What was she doing here?With a gentle hand I placed my palm upon her arm hoping I could calm her. Here. .Aunty had obviously forseen the effect her machinations were having onme and decided to take it a step further so one evening I was toldthat I should learn to dress up a bit special for the more intimateromantic moments a young lady may encounter. Aunty had obviously donesome shopping for the occasion as there were a number of bags from thechiquest lingerie shop in town on the bed in her room. First, after mybath, I was fully made up and a beautifully styled blonde wig wasadded. Of course I.