He was there, abruptly, glancing around with the same searching look, and finding me just as I found him. I mouthed his name questioningly, and he nod...ed, before abruptly -- I was out of the chair and running towards him, unmindful of the stares. Non-descript; he wasn't my typical idea of a dream-man, yet it was /him/, and because he was him, he /was/ my dream-man. Convoluted logic, but that wasn't what was on my mind as I wrapped my arms about his neck, surprised at his strength as he easily. It was quite plain. There was a delicate floraldesign, but in the dim light of his apartment it seemed very subtle.Jesus. Laura Ashley. Another designer label. This one known for itsiconic flowery clothing. She had obviously chosen this item verydeliberately for him. The name alone evoked so much.But, the bottom line was, it might just pass as a shirt. Sure, the cutwas feminine, and he probably wouldn't have a chance at hiding the bra;the buttons were backwards and shiny. But, he kidded. She placed his plate and hurried away again. It wasn't haughtiness making her act this way, he decided; it was fear. He came to the conclusion that Friday night had shaken her and he loved the feeling of power that came with it. When he was done, she came back for his plate. He waited expectantly for the next question that she was required to ask him. "Can I get you dessert, or would you just like your check?" "Are you dressed the way I told you to?" His voice was below the din, but she still. It will be the tenth before I can run the 16Bs." But the customer will cancel if he doesn't get them by the first." Sorry, nothing I can do. You get a copy of the production schedule every week so you should know where we are."She would lose the commission and sometimes even lose the customer and she would run to her boss who would go storming in to see mine. I would be called in to the office and I'd have to defend my position. My boss would always say that I was right, but it got old after a.