“No," I insisted, "I was feeling a little lonely and just went out for a drink. Has that become a crime?” Margot looked at me, and her eyes narro...ed and the edges of her lips lifted in the hint of a knowing smile. “Are you sure? You’ve been distracted lately, and I've noticed you looking long and hard at the men coming in the boutique, or even walking by on the sidewalk.” I finally confessed to Margot what my problem was. When I was finished, she just shook her head, looking at me as if to. "Ok, let's get busy here. Put my gym bag in the bedroom, we don't need that in here. I'll get started on supper." Yes Ma'am," I said with a salute as I carried the bag into the bedroom.I grabbed my laundry bin and went around the apartment collecting dirty clothes, towels, dishrags and such and then went down the hall to start up a load in the washer. Steph was busy in the kitchen slicing up some beef into my big frying pan, so I started tidying up the place.She came and found me in the. He greeted me with a smile and pleasantries before asking me all of the usual questions. He was a young man, younger than me, I would say mid-twenties. I got the impression he was new. I recalled this process being faster with the older man who had tested my eyes the last time. After much double-checking, the lights were dimmed. As he asked me to look into his eyes, I felt myself blush. He was a handsome man, short dark hair and even darker, brown eyes. I duly read out all the letters from the. Housing arrangements. Our arrangement would be a bit unusual, too. Are you interested?" Yes!" the girl replied quickly, but then added with a note of skepticism, "At least I guess so. What arrangement do you have in mind?" It came to mind when I made my usual crack about Tom being a teenybopper. You see, I'm a little strange. I love to carry the marks of the person I love on my body. I would have branded the initials, T C, all over me except Tom persuaded me that first, I'm scarred enough, and.