He handed over the garment bag."I'm going to go now," I said, simply."Okay, Betty," he said, "I'm away on business for awhile. Out of the country, but...I'd like to see you over the Easter weekend. I'd like to take you to Palm Springs. Can you do that?" Yes, Harold, sure," I replied wearily, "keep in touch." I will, Betty. Be well."Lourdes met me in the corridor and graciously led me back to the street door. Outside it was even colder than before. I cranked the Ghia. Nothing. I didn't waste. It was finally time and my heart was pumping but I was on my way to work. I finally got there and when I walked in at 4 pm I saw her so I made a little plan in my head since I was working till 10 (when the store closes), I would simply avoid her by going to the farthest register and lay low till she leaves. So I was bagging because it was a slow day and I over heard the manager said that mary jane was also closing tonight. It was a tuesday so by 8:30 pm the store would be dead and it would be. I reached out and took her hands in mine and looked directly into her eyes, which were larger than imaginable, and their color was the Cerulean blue of the pigment I import from Milan. Her lashes were gigantic like the ones you see in the movies, only real. She was smiling radiantly at me. Without a thought I started to unbutton the top button on her thin dress with them all the way down to the hemline. She smiled. I continued to unbutton it until it fell open all the way, and she still smiled.. Was she? I smiled. Maybe I had done something she hadn’t. All these thought whizzed around in my head. Masturbation got me calmed a little. I slept very well that night.The week took on a sameness. I would clean the house, get undressed and spend time being Goldie’s compliant bitch. I would make sure I was showered and dressed before the Walden’s got home. I could see Mr Walden looking at me as I left. I know what he was thinking but I wasn’t about to make the first move. I figured Mrs Walden.