He was smiling as he left theroom.Tom threw his arms around me and said, "You were marvelous. I can tellthat Dad likes you." Then he added, "I need so...e time to prepare apresentation for our client. I'll be home at five thirty. We'll leave togo to Dad's at six thirty. You can meet Sheila. She's not much olderthan me. You two have a lot in common." He kissed me and said, "Nowscoot. Take that cute ass of yours out of here so I can concentrate onthis project. I've got work to do." He patted my. She crossed her legs elegantly, reflecting how much less of those long and sleekly muscular thighs was on view than the day before, and looked uncertainly at her boss. Mr Travers got up from behind his desk and sat opposite her. His usually uncommunicative features melted into an unaccustomed and somewhat sinister smile. The contortions of his face as he tried to convey an uncharacteristic message of benevolence were almost frightening in their ineptitude."Would you like a drink, my dear. I sat back down, thinking of all the effort that had gone intopreparation for this night and wondering what I was going to tell mywife when I got back about my newly shaved body.At that point, the door bell rang. It was room service. Not knowingwhat to do I let the waiter in. He looked at me in a funny way; atthat point I realized that my wig had gone a little bit askew, andhad probably given me a less than natural womanly appearance. I gotcompletely flustered, and apologized, and told him to. The only one missing was Dad, or Stephen to Mom. We spent the rest of the day just lounging and watching DVDs on the TV. At last Wynter had to leave. We took her to the station and we all kissed and said goodbye. Wynter was crying and so was Mom. Finally the train pulled out and Mom and I went home.Later in the week while Mom was at work and after I had sent out a slew of resumes on the computer I sent an email to Wynter. She was on vacation at home from college, you remember, and I let her in.