She slipped in another candidate she thought I might like. The following Monday the candidates showed up. I was unimpressed with the first four, two o... which were fresh divorcees still angry at the world of men. Not what I needed!The final candidate was a surprise college senior named Taylor. She came in and was attractive and professional in appearance. Dark hair, 5’-1” tall, maybe 105 pounds, she had a lovely face and reminded me of a woman I dated in my university days. She was in her last. And suddenly it was easy to smile at her, and we were smiling and looking into each others eyes, and only blushing a little. There was a laminated sheet on the bed. She picked it up, and began reading from it. Recommended Procedure. I stifled a giggle. She shot a smile at me and sat down on the bed. I sat down about half a foot from her. First, introduce yourselves! We looked at each other sheepishly. That should have been the obvious thing to do when we met. I realized that she was here for. "Tony, this is my husband, Chris."He set the three glasses on the table and extended a hand. "Nice to meet ya, Chris. Met your lovely wife over at the bar. I hope you guys are still drinkin' Rebull and vodkas."I shook his hand and tried my best not to stammer. "Yeah, that's great. Thanks, Tony." My good friends call me T."We chatted for a bit. Mostly small talk about jobs, hobbies and other mundane topics. It wasn't horribly long before the flirting started though. Ally struck first, commenting. Confronting a friend with a clear problem was never easy, but he hadn't done anything, at least that they could tell, to endanger himself or anyone."Let's just keep an eye on him. If he doesn't show up tomorrow, we'll have to do something for sure," Robbie said, before hurrying off to a technical theatre class.Everyone else sc*ttered as well, with Andre and Tori heading to a music class, Jade left for an art class, and Cat headed to her dance class. The hallways had cleared with the exception.