It was Kate's laugh, and her voice. She had a wicked take on life, not cynical, just sharp, and the way she skewered her boss and some of her fussier ...o-workers kept me in stitches.We opened up to each other little by little. I told her about my editing for a small IT firm, how I liked showing my colleagues that even the most complicated subject could be straightened out and put into clear, concise, readable English without losing any of the details. Kate was a marketer for a small line of. My mates decided they had enough excitement and went home. I carried on. When I got to MacDonald’s I noticed the lass ordering food. I queued up behind her and when she had finished she turned and saw me. I said hello and she smiled and sat by herself. Once I got my food I asked if I could join her. Her name was Jen and the bloke was her brother she had supposedly stole his cash so she could go out. We got talking and finished our food. I asked if she wanted me to walk her home, she said yes.. "I'm sorry. Perhaps one of these days I'll be able to tell you why that was so funny. Thank you for being so helpful and understanding."She went on down the corridor still chuckling to herself. "Just as well Sheila and the children weren't there," she thought which renewed her laughter.She ate her sandwich and had a cup of coffee in the cafeteria adjoining the shop and then went back to Hank. His lunch had been cleared away but the head of his bed was still raised."Are you comfortable like. Nice guy, and rich as all hell. His house is what God would have built if he'd had the money." We'll be there. I have to see how the other half lives." I need to warn you and remind you of something." Oh?" The party will become sexually permissive as the evening goes on. Some might say wild and orgy like in places. There'll be some people that don't participate or who leave early, but I'm guessing that won't be you and Peter. I am reminding you that you'd like a threesome or foursome, and there.